About Oblivion Cocoon, Sunset Guitar & Piano, and Science-God:

I recently made a life-changing decision: to fully pursue my passion for healing and become a doctor specializing in psychiatric medicine.

Originally, I planned to build my career as a mental health counselor, expanding on my master’s degree. But deep down, I knew something was missing. I realized I was meant to do something more—something deeper and more aligned with the impact I truly want to make in the world.

After a lot of reflection, the answer became clear: I want to return to school, earn my medical credentials, and be able to prescribe psychiatric treatments. This path is a natural extension of a lifelong passion for mental health, psychology, and healing. Over the years, I have independently studied neurology, mental health disorders, and evidence-based treatments.

The truth is, I've always wanted to become a doctor. I just didn’t always believe I could. For a long time, fear and self-doubt held me back.

Not anymore. Today, with clarity and renewed determination, I know this is my calling. Pursuing a doctorate in psychiatric medicine isn't just a career move—it’s a commitment to living my values, serving others at the highest level, and making a real, lasting difference in the world.

Who I Am:

🧠 A scientist by profession (psychology, neuroscience, mental health)

🎶 A musician by passion (piano, guitar, and vocals)

💭 A philosopher at heart (exploring theology, spirituality, and nihilism)

🎨 An artist (oil and acrylic painter, visual creator)

Above all, I am a lifelong learner—always growing, creating, and evolving.

🎸 Welcome to Sunset Piano and Guitar 🎶

I’m a passionate musician, blending the smooth strings of guitar with heartfelt vocals and the occasional burst of piano melody.

As a disabled USMC Afghanistan veteran, music has become my refuge—a place where life’s challenges are transformed into stories, emotions, and art.

Every song I play carries a piece of my journey. My performances aren’t about perfection—they're about authenticity, resilience, and heart.

🎤 Why I Play:

🎶 Music is my therapy, my joy, and my connection to others.

🎶 Every lyric I sing holds deep personal meaning, capturing emotions and stories that words alone cannot express.

🎶 Every chord I strum and every note I play is a reflection of the life I've lived and the dreams I still chase.

The countless hours I spend practicing, arranging, and creating are a true labor of love—and I'm honored to share this journey with you.

If my music resonates with you, please like, subscribe, and leave a song request in the comments—I would love to add your favorites to my repertoire!

🎸 My Story:

I first picked up a guitar as a kid, but life’s twists and turns carried me through many different paths: Seven years of undergraduate studies, Eight years in the Marine Corps, A deployment to Afghanistan in 2009, And eventually, a long journey home again.

After my service, life fell apart. I ended up homeless, living in VA hospitals where I dove deep into piano. By 2015, I pulled my life together: I found my way back to the guitar, got married, raised a family, earned my master’s degree, started a business, got a dog, bought a house—and then went through divorce and lost it all. Except the dog, I still have him. Still, somehow, I kept moving forward. And here I am today.

Around 2022, I started content creation and officially launched my first YouTube channel. By 2024, I had more than 30 channels and over 2,000 videos—videos covering everything I’m passionate about: from science, philosophy, theology, sunsets, cute dog videos, tutorials, commentary, comedy, parody, wisdom, guitar and piano covers, oil painting, video games, politics—whatever subjects spoke to my soul.

Now, in 2025, I am fully focused on two things: mastering piano and becoming a doctor. I absolutely love piano sheet music and music theory. While I haven’t mastered everything yet, I’m getting close—Circle of Fifths, all major key signatures, sight-reading sheet music, that sort of thing.

I’ve been diving deeper into songwriting, storytelling, rearranging covers into mashups, creating parodies, and doing deep lyric analysis. And oh, how I love classical piano—Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin. I have a list of about 100 classical and pop songs I’m actively working on.

What I do need, and would be interested in, is singing lessons. Unfortunately, I’m not sure how much help anyone can give; I might be a little tone-deaf!

Still, music is a form of therapy for me—it’s my joy, my creative outlet, and my way of connecting with you.

Every lyric I choose to sing resonates deeply with me, capturing emotions and stories that words alone can't express.

And while I sometimes think it’s unfortunate that I’m not a naturally gifted singer, my passion has never wavered. I hope that passion shines through—and maybe, just maybe, someone out there will find something beautiful (or at least entertaining!) in my efforts.

After all, some people actually love imperfect singers.

🙏 Thank you for being here.

May God bless you on your journey, wherever it may lead.

Updated: 4/27/25 | 0012 

Open Letter to someone, if anyone cares to read this someday:

Dear whoever cares,

I’m writing this because I don’t know what else to do with all of the pain I’ve been carrying.

Lately, I’ve been asking myself — What is love? And if I’m honest, I don’t think I believe in it anymore. I don’t trust anyone. I’ve never felt truly loved. 

Not by my family, not by my wife, and not by God. If His love is real, it feels like it failed me a long time ago.

Most days, it feels like I hate the world. My life is miserable. 

I keep thinking that no one has ever genuinely loved me. 

I feel invisible — like I could disappear, and it wouldn’t matter to anyone.

There are only a few things I still care about: my dogs, Jeff and Marty. The piano. Maybe even the James Webb Space Telescope — something about it reminds me there’s still mystery and beauty out there. 

But everything else? Everyone else? 

It’s hard not to feel bitterness, like I’ve been left behind or forgotten.

And I wonder: what’s the point of trying to become a doctor, or doing anything, when it feels like I’m screaming into a world that isn’t listening? 

A world that hasn’t loved me back?

It feels like I’ve given my all to things — to ideas, to people, to dreams — and it’s all been for nothing. 

I look at my work, my writing, even the small things like trying to draw a simple music note, and I think: who cares?

Not even me, anymore.

It’s hard not to feel like I’m already in hell.

I know these are heavy thoughts, but this is me trying to be honest. 

I don’t want to stay stuck here. 

But I also don’t want to pretend I’m okay when I’m not.

If you’re reading this, thank you for seeing me — even just a little.

Sincerely,
if you're reading this, then you might know my name...
like it matters anyways...

What Is Love?

I’m not sure I believe in love anymore. I don’t trust anyone, and I’ve never truly felt loved — not by my family, not by my wife, and not even by God. His love, if it was ever there, feels like it failed me.

Sometimes it feels like the whole world has let me down. 

My life feels miserable, and I don’t believe anyone has ever genuinely loved me. 

I feel like I’m going to die alone, and no one will care or even notice when I’m gone.

If I had to name anything I still love, it would be my dogs — Jeff and Marty. 

Maybe the piano. 

Maybe the James Webb Space Telescope, because at least it reminds me there’s something vast and beautiful out there.

But most days, I feel like everything else can go to hell. 

I feel like I’m already there. My life feels like hell.
And sometimes I ask myself — why bother becoming a doctor? Why do anything, when I hate everything?

Lately, I’ve wondered: if I died, how would anyone even know? It feels like nothing I’ve ever done has mattered. 

None of my work, none of my writing, none of my effort. All of it feels like trash.
What a waste.

And God — if He’s real — where is He? Why did He make me like this and then just leave me?

The other day I spent hours trying to draw a tilted ellipse — a simple musical note — and I realized: nobody cares. Not even me, anymore.

I feel lost. Alone. And like I’m screaming into a void that never answers.

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