30 Days of Gratitude: #12

#12 What texture are you grateful for?

Hmmm…this is an interesting one. I’ve never given it much thought. I’m grateful I still have my sense of touch.

I guess if I really thought about it, it would have to be the smoothness of a piano keyboard that’s the texture I’m grateful for.

I had my first piano lesson at age 4. By the time I was 14, I’d completed Grade 8 of the ABRSM system. We’re talking about me tickling those ivories up to 4 hours a day, every day, for 10 years. Practice makes perfect, right? 😉

Well, they do say that in order for anyone to be good at anything, you need at least 10,000 hours of practice. Practise, practise, practise!

My father then decided I should pursue Music as a career, and pushed me to doing Music at Diploma level. Which I dutifully did, and then later at University level. 

And then I spread my wings and flew away. I did my own thing, tried things my own way. I decided that I should at least make my own mistakes, tread outside the carefully laid out path before me, test the waters, find out what else the world had to offer.

And yes, I fell off the bandwagon, got lost in the wilderness, went off track. Well, by Society’s norms anyway. 

And yet I’m grateful to The Universe for everything that has happened to me thus far, everything that I’ve experienced and will experience. For I now know that The Universe truly always has my back and my best interest at heart. Every experience, whether good or bad, is a lesson to be learnt, and if I failed to learn the lesson the first time, why then surely I’ll find myself facing it again sometime soon. 

And so on and so forth, until I’ve mastered the lesson. 

Quite a bit like practising the piano, actually. Practise, practise, practise!

So yeah, you could say that the texture I’m most grateful for is the feel of a piano keyboard underneath my fingers. For that’s how I started out, and that’s how I learnt about the benefits of “Practice makes perfect”. It’s been years since I last played the piano, but I reckon it’s like riding a bicycle. Muscles have great memories.

Of course, in some aspects of my life I’m still practising. And perhaps I’ll always be practising something or the other. Such is Life, right 😉.


 

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