Mraz is a four letter word

When I wrote “I won’t give up” *Starts tearing up* I was..ah..I was really bummed out and I hate sharing that because I’ve had everything. I had all my dreams come true. I was given a great gift and I was given a great community to share it, I was given a great network of people to get it all around the world. And….and yet one still experiences melancholy. And you still end up in relationships that aren’t really quite right, and are’t really satisfying your heart. and every time I would feel bummed out, I would feel ungrateful. It’s like “why are you bummed out dude? You got everything you need. You good a roof over your head, you got plenty of food, you’ve got tons of great friends, beautiful people in your life” The song was coming out whether I like it or not, I can sit down and really speak to that piece of paper, and really speak from my stomach. You know when the guitar is resonating at your gut, it vibrates your body and it forces shit to come out of your mouth…and it always surprises me. and I saw that I wasn’t just not choosing powerfully in this relationship, but I was seeing how I was afraid to go on in my career, I thought I had done enough, I thought “what more could be expected of me”. I thought “well I could just quit the career” and in many cases, I mean I’m sure I’m not the only one to feel this way, you sometimes contemplate ending your life. It’s a ridiculous thought but as humans it’s one of the powers we have. And I thought “I don’t have to give up on loving this person, even if I go the other direction. I don’t have to ever give up on thinking I’m a decent dude. I don’t have to give up on our friendship…and if I was about to give up on my career or my life, before I do that. Why don’t I go out and do some really radical stuff.” This is what occurred to me as I was writing this song, this is what was happening on the page. I’m happy I get to play it and share it with people every night

Do you remember when we were small, and instead of saying we had memorized something, we would say we knew it by heart? ‘I know my phone number by heart!’ ‘I can recite the pledge of allegiance by heart!’ We believed that knowing something deeply meant it was stored somewhere other than in our heads or off our lips.

What happens to all of those thoughts we never say out loud? Where do they go?

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