I broke a string

I literally broke the high E string of my guitar last night even though I just changed strings. I guess that's what happens when you keep retuning the strings to different notes for different songs. Now I know why Eric bought a new guitar. It's a pain to constantly to be retuning. But putting literal meanings aside, I realized that in my desire to be a "rock star," there will be many moments where my strings will detach and break. Patience may wane but must be rebuilt to achieve the goal. It's going to be restrung to get played yet another day. I don't know if my efforts will become fruitless as a career but having music in my life that has long been a broken string is now being replaced and slowly retuned. It's an effort of course. Like any other instrument long been brushed aside, when once again brought to life will take some time to be nurtured back to life where it will eventually be great. It has to be cleaned, restrung, tuned, and cared for. The user needs to be reaquainted with it and then the love affair begins. I think once you're hooked, your hooked for life. Like a drug. But not like a drug in essense that music and an instrument such as a guitar would NOT kill you in the long run, on the contrary, it will actually save you. The one thing that I need right now. To be found and saved from being lost in a world so crazy. I was a broken instrument....need to be brought to life and now being retuned to get back to my proper sound. From a broken string. . . a lot can be learned.