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Apparently I begged my mum for piano lessons when I was much younger; obviously I did not know what I was asking for. When we finally got the piano, there was no turning back. Such an expensive investment meant that I would not be allowed to quit halfway, but instead push on till I "finished" it. Over the years there were countless times I sat on the piano chair crying and kicking and begging (again) my mum to let me quit - I hated the practice and I hated going for lessons. Most of all I hated the exams. I remember praying every week that my piano teacher would call to cancel or reschedule our lessons. Sigh, 10 long years of this!
But on hindsight (as usual only on hindsight), I've come to appreciate it all. I haven't played classical piano in about 8 years, and since then I've only gone to the piano when I need to practise a closing hymn or song for worship, occasionally just to play for leisure. It has served its purpose - I may not have "finished" what was intended; in fact I failed my Grade 8 exam and never retook it (probably never will); yet I now am able to play on Sundays in church and whenever else and I thank God for this gift and privilege to use my fingers, feet, ears, brain to make music for Him. I may not walk up to this particular piano ever again, but every time I sit at a piano/keyboard, I would be creating something new.
Goodbye nameless piano, and sorry for the kicking.
