I love listening to music way too loud. I think most people get over this desire on about their 20th birthday. If not then by the time they have their first child. Not me, I love to hear it washing over me as I swim in an ocean of enchanting melodies. I love interpreting peoples inner thoughts to suit my own life. Seporah dances with zero inhibitions on a daily basis, Felicity dances with encouragement from Seporah, I dance when no one watches.
I tried to learn to play the guitar when I was 16. It didn’t come naturally, I was impatient and the guitar took too much practice for me to successfully play the tunes stuck in my head. The one and only song I could play from start to finish that was halfway recognizable was Time of Your Life by Green Day (I met someone the other day who didn’t know who Green Day was, I almost died).
The piano, now that I could actually play if I put the effort into it. The issue at the present moment being serious space constraints in our current living situation. I don’t know how Steven would feel if I tossed the dining room table for an upright Yamaha.
The right song is like that perfect day at the edge of the beach. Your lower legs feel the chilled water with each rising tide while your upper body feels the sun rays enveloping you in warmth. You dig your fingers and toes into the cool sand. And the only things you hear are the waves crashing in the distance.
Wow, philosophical beyond your years. Maybe someday you will get your piano and teach your daughters to play.
Love you