That I can't physically go out there and set right everything I complain about. I hate other people bitching and complaining - I want to do something, something radical and dramatic that will be remembered forever.
That I'm not fully independent from my parents. I want to be my own man, beholden to nobody.
That I have the composer's equivalent of writer's block and don't feel like i'm improving. I can't complete anything I start, and to me, finishing is everything...
My primal drive is to be free, mentally and physically. The most tragic aspect of this is that I am my own prison.