My fingers were flowing freely over the smooth keys - 52 white, 36 black - as if they were masterminds and my fingers were puppets floating freely above each key. My eyes were fixated on the black and white pages before me. I was tired but unable to stop. It was like a spell was cast upon me with each key.
The piano brings me immense comfort whenever I hear the magical melodic lines as it makes me want to create my own, then have family and friends gather around to sing and play along. It is a simple way for me to release emotions, whether happy or sad; a way for me to embrace whichever feelings encompass me.
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Ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to play an instrument -- or so I thought. Growing up, I was not surrounded by music. When my parents made my very first lesson, I did not have a choice but I was excited. Sadly, I ended up hating it at a point in time. I simply lost interest. I was enrolled in so many other co-curricular activities and clubs that I just pushed piano aside. When high school came around, I was focused on even more school, extracurriculars, and clubs. Generally, I was happy, but there was always a part of me that felt empty. By 12th grade, I decided to play the piano again, for me, not for my parents, not for extra credit, but for me. I started to enjoy it, and it was like another puzzle piece just fell into place, feeling more complete.
My piano is more than just an instrument; it is a teacher. It taught me self-discipline, dedication and instilled in me, a greater curiosity. It taught me how to work hard and be determined. As my curiosity continues to grow, the piano has taught me to do what I love and to not do it for anyone but myself. To think about the moment, why I felt so empty without it. To me, the piano is magical. I’ve always thought of life as a puzzle - each piece is a new skill and, together a beautiful picture gets built and without the pieces, we are left with a border. The puzzle piece is now there, present but not complete. No one can take that piece away from me. It is a skill that I have learned and love. Without it, I would not have changed, but with it, I am much more. As I sit here and write, I am eagerly waiting for the next chance I can get my hands on a piano again.
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