Please be meanly honest! Thank you in advance :o)
I have a love-hate relationship with playing the piano- I love the sound, the amalgam of numbers it creates with its 88 keys, and the clarity of emotions the instrument brings to me, yet at times, I despise the long hours of practice, the sore fingers, and the hackneyed theme of it all. I am no Chopin or Debussy and since there are so many people who play, I often feel drowned in the sea of talent of other pianists. Despite my efforts, whenever I audition for various competitions each year, I often end up with certificates of 'Recognition' or 'Participation'. The love-hate relationship, however, also means that the piano and I cannot get enough of each other. How else could we have stuck with each other for so long? Even though I do not always get desired results, I boomerang back and finger each black and white key again, in preparation for now and next time. Hardships, goals, enjoyment and failure: I owe to my piano the importance of perseverance and dedication.
I have a love-hate relationship with playing the piano- I love the sound, the amalgam of numbers it creates with its 88 keys, and the clarity of emotions the instrument brings to me, yet at times, I despise the long hours of practice, the sore fingers, and the hackneyed theme of it all. I am no Chopin or Debussy and since there are so many people who play, I often feel drowned in the sea of talent of other pianists. Despite my efforts, whenever I audition for various competitions each year, I often end up with certificates of 'Recognition' or 'Participation'. The love-hate relationship, however, also means that the piano and I cannot get enough of each other. How else could we have stuck with each other for so long? Even though I do not always get desired results, I boomerang back and finger each black and white key again, in preparation for now and next time. Hardships, goals, enjoyment and failure: I owe to my piano the importance of perseverance and dedication.