Practice

Their fingers glide so precisely, so deliberately down the neck. The sound that resonates brings me into an awe. Suddenly I'm dumbfounded by the breadth of their self-control, their patience, the outcome. I long, I envy to produce such a melodious sound. As for now, I sit. I sit here in my melancholy. My perseverance is thinning and my willingness along with it. I want to pursue my aspiration, yet I am only to feel deflated with my lack of accomplishments. Sometime soon shall I resume this game of effort. All in hope of producing the sound that once brought that inspiration into my longing heart. For now, I wait. I wait for my insecurities and stubborn ways to perish and dissipate, leaving only determination. In the near future I too shall slide my fingers gracefully down this instrument letting it speak its beauty. I too shall speak to another in need of a goal just as i did. I too, in the ending of all of this frustration will also posses patience and a passion greater than the troubles that may occur.

Author's Note

Wrote this a couple days ago. I was sitting in my room playing (well attempting to play) my guitar. I became really frustrated with my lack of progress to the point where i was wanting to cry! So instead of wasting time and dealing with in in a not so constructive way, i decided to write about how i felt. This was the outcome.

Reviews

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I love this piece and can relate to it. As a musician I understand all too well the trials and tribulations of learning a new instrument. Like writing, playing an instrument well takes many consistent hours of practice and refining. Don't be dashed by a lull in your patience; the time will come when you are ready to approach the instrument in a way that will allow to learn its secrets. The key is to work through the lulls. Good luck and good write!!!

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wow this is so deep. keep writing.

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you expressed your emotions so beautifully here