Prompt: Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?
Her cool, wooden surface constantly beckons me, yearning for my warm touch. She has mile-long legs, a rough yet comforting exterior, and a secret slot for stashing candy during long sessions. All of which compel me to return day after day and relinquish all of my stress, worries, excitement, everything. She is so simple, yet she has become my haven and solace from reality. When I'm with her I feel as if I have entered another dimension, one where I am surrounded by Tchaikovsky and Chopin as their transcending melodies dance throughout the crevices of my mind. She fills my crave for purpose while still keeping me grounded. My piano has been a place of pure content, allowing me to embrace my confidence and feel comfortable going out into the world to explore my future. However it has not always been this way.
As a child I always felt like the odd man out. With my curly brown hair, alabaster skin, and bright green eyes, I stuck out like a sore thumb in a predominantly Filipino household. Coming from a mixed race family, I always had a difficult time with my identity. No matter how hard I tried I never felt like I fit in with the other kids. I constantly found myself alone. I watched idly as my older brother and sisters grew up, each passionately pursuing the high-end careers that they sought after. They all seemed to have discovered their talent, their true calling in life, and again I felt left out. I was constantly searching for something that inspired me, that would make me feel complete. Then one day we all went down to the local music store in town. That was when I saw her. She was German, her name was Steinway, and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. I delicately slid the bench out, sat myself down, and lost myself in the keys.
This moment was much more than a simple purchase, it was the forging of an eternal bond between Steinway and myself, a contract stating the I was hers and she was mine. I felt at home every time I sat down with her. I finally had something to call my own, something that no other person in my family was able to do. Playing each note with ease, I voraciously consumed every sonata and fugue with a passion, unparalleled by anything I had ever experienced.I would spend hours on end at my bench, repeating every note to perfection only stopping when I could no longer feel the tips of my fingers. I designated a cleaning day every couple weeks where I would break out my duster and delicately wipe each key until they shone with brilliance. She would keep my up all night, weeks before recitals, making sure that I was confident with every note I played. She never let me catch a break, but time was always allotted for school work and studying, never allowing me to fall behind. As my courses became increasingly difficult, and my community work expanded, I found myself spending less time with Steinway. As I began to branch out at school, I discovered that I no longer needed my piano to hide behind. I was ready to take on the world on my own.
Ten years later, as I sit down with my old friend, I feel as if all of my incessant worries and troubles have been lifted off my shoulders and I am finally ready to play. I am ready to work as hard as I possibly can in order to prove to myself that I can accomplish everything I set out to do. I am ready for whatever is in store for my future and wherever life may lead me. I am determined to never allow myself to give up when presented with challenges and hardships that may be difficult to overcome. I am determined to challenge myself in every possible way in order to ensure that I am taking advantage of every sensational second that I have alive on this planet. I will become the person that I am meant to be. I will do so without my piano.
If you could offer any insight or comments that would be amazing! My deadline is the 1st, so sorry if it's a bit rushed. Thank you so much :)
Her cool, wooden surface constantly beckons me, yearning for my warm touch. She has mile-long legs, a rough yet comforting exterior, and a secret slot for stashing candy during long sessions. All of which compel me to return day after day and relinquish all of my stress, worries, excitement, everything. She is so simple, yet she has become my haven and solace from reality. When I'm with her I feel as if I have entered another dimension, one where I am surrounded by Tchaikovsky and Chopin as their transcending melodies dance throughout the crevices of my mind. She fills my crave for purpose while still keeping me grounded. My piano has been a place of pure content, allowing me to embrace my confidence and feel comfortable going out into the world to explore my future. However it has not always been this way.
As a child I always felt like the odd man out. With my curly brown hair, alabaster skin, and bright green eyes, I stuck out like a sore thumb in a predominantly Filipino household. Coming from a mixed race family, I always had a difficult time with my identity. No matter how hard I tried I never felt like I fit in with the other kids. I constantly found myself alone. I watched idly as my older brother and sisters grew up, each passionately pursuing the high-end careers that they sought after. They all seemed to have discovered their talent, their true calling in life, and again I felt left out. I was constantly searching for something that inspired me, that would make me feel complete. Then one day we all went down to the local music store in town. That was when I saw her. She was German, her name was Steinway, and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. I delicately slid the bench out, sat myself down, and lost myself in the keys.
This moment was much more than a simple purchase, it was the forging of an eternal bond between Steinway and myself, a contract stating the I was hers and she was mine. I felt at home every time I sat down with her. I finally had something to call my own, something that no other person in my family was able to do. Playing each note with ease, I voraciously consumed every sonata and fugue with a passion, unparalleled by anything I had ever experienced.I would spend hours on end at my bench, repeating every note to perfection only stopping when I could no longer feel the tips of my fingers. I designated a cleaning day every couple weeks where I would break out my duster and delicately wipe each key until they shone with brilliance. She would keep my up all night, weeks before recitals, making sure that I was confident with every note I played. She never let me catch a break, but time was always allotted for school work and studying, never allowing me to fall behind. As my courses became increasingly difficult, and my community work expanded, I found myself spending less time with Steinway. As I began to branch out at school, I discovered that I no longer needed my piano to hide behind. I was ready to take on the world on my own.
Ten years later, as I sit down with my old friend, I feel as if all of my incessant worries and troubles have been lifted off my shoulders and I am finally ready to play. I am ready to work as hard as I possibly can in order to prove to myself that I can accomplish everything I set out to do. I am ready for whatever is in store for my future and wherever life may lead me. I am determined to never allow myself to give up when presented with challenges and hardships that may be difficult to overcome. I am determined to challenge myself in every possible way in order to ensure that I am taking advantage of every sensational second that I have alive on this planet. I will become the person that I am meant to be. I will do so without my piano.
If you could offer any insight or comments that would be amazing! My deadline is the 1st, so sorry if it's a bit rushed. Thank you so much :)
