Some moons back, I recall crying my way to a world renown pianist concert. When I was a kid, I thought I could only cry and laugh. Other means seem a little impossible. As I mature, I would ponder and wonder. Were those my only precious talents? Growing up, when I have the luxury of time- or when I bother to create those magical moments by creating time to play the piano, I would play several songs before leading to this one song. That one song required a handful of techniques. My fingers would feel the tension. Muscles would be strained since the once bestie piano has evolved to be a stranger. For someone who has not touched the piano for some time, I had to engage in some intense finger stretching exercises before leading to that one song. For more than a decade, I never knew what this song title was. By learning the melody by heart, I enjoyed the entire composition because that was all I needed to do then. Every now and then, I would struggle to recall this renown pianist name. Recently, as I recall the rhythm, melody and harmony, I found it so magical that this one song was composed by that world renown pianist whose concert I once attended. It was an epiphany I just discovered. Then, I was at an age where I could doze off anywhere- particularly in comfy air conditioned surroundings. As such, I conveniently dozed off at some point of time. I guess, as a kid, no one could blame me. Some might reckon that attempt to bring a young punk to a classical concert would be a waste of resources. But recently, I just realized how precious that opportunity was. Playing through that one song allowed me to express my all. And after discovering the title of that one song, I realized how destined it was for me to master it. It accompanied me though years of tears and joy. Playing it gives me the freedom to fly, quoting a non pianist friend. And for that one chance to hear that concert, one life to play that one song, I am so grateful. Just like how I am grateful to all friends for giving me space, a shoulder and some super ears, I am also eternally grateful for everyone for flying in and offering me your elite flight baggages allowance just because you cared. For going through the trouble, for not disguising our simple lives as a hectic busy one..For friends who are disguised as family, I really want to say thank you. Just like how you give nothing but the best of yourselves, I would always try to put my best foot forward.
