It's been such a long time since i last played on my piano at home. I miss it. It really feels different to have to be away from it. I only realised how much i need it when I'm away from it for so long. A part of me seems to be missing...a really big part. I'm not my usual self without it. I noticed.
The first time i ever played, i fell in love. After some time, i was ready to bring music in to my life, to share my life with it. Then it became a permanent part of me. Is this what eternal love feels like? Does eternal love really exists? I've always wondered.
Music is my first love...and always will be. You don't have to be real good at something to really like it. You just have to be passionate about it. That is what i've learnt from music...one of the great lessons in life.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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