A life without music…

Having just picked up my guitar after only a few weeks of not playing it, I’m reminded of the sense of freedom that it brings me. To be able, at any given time, reach out, grab my guitar and play whatever my fingers decides to do is a blessing that I don’t take for granted. By no means do I consider myself musical, though many of you will argue that as I play the piano, violin, guitar and conducted choirs in the past. However, my talent expands only to my personal enjoyment; in any public setting my talents simply are not up to par. Honestly speaking, I don’t “know” music, I can’t “hear” music, I can’t really “play” music – I just “feel” it. (There are those who can do all the above -envy-)

To imagine life without music, well, I simply can’t. Wherever I go, if I’m not listening to it, I’m humming or playing it. If I’m not doing either, I’m thinking about it. It’s a burning passion that I have, frustrated by my lack of talent to do more with it. If I could have one wish (among many others…hehe), it would be to have the ability to share the music of my heart with the people around me. Yet, in some ways, I’m glad of my limitations. I can imagine how I could get carried away by the attention of musical talent and how I’d lose sight of what was really important.

Maybe, one day, I’ll have something to show my desires – but for now, I’ll settle with my own world of music that I live in. If my skills ever develop, then I look forward to sharing them with you all.