Mama gave me a piano for her birthday present.
Hopefully, my fascination with it won’t fade just like when I was learning to play the guitar 12 years ago.
I was 3 years old when I first got my hands on a piano. But it ended before I even learned to touch a key. We have to go to Bicol, and Mama must have thought that I wasn’t really interested so…
Anyway, I didn’t learn to play the guitar as well. I could say that no one fueled my interest then. I could say that there were not much songs to learn. But, in the end, it all boils down to one thing: I didn’t pursue enough.
So I would really strive to learn the piano now. I was in college when I discovered that I can compose. But I stopped because I know I would just frustrate myself; I can’t read notes, much less translate them.
Learning to play the piano would give my hands a chance–so that even if I cannot write anymore, I could still inspire and create meaningful things.