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spiderpigI just watched a show about our very own piano prodigy, Abigail Sin, aged 11 years old. I am not ashamed to admit that I am jealous of her. Jealous that at such a young age, she can play at concertos and hold her own concerts. But this is all because she did not give up her passion for music.
I did.
Perhaps, if I had 3 lessons a week like her, practice 6 hours a day like her, I would have become a prodigy like her. A child prodigy. But no. I gave up. It was too hard. I was too tired. I hated the teacher. The teacher hated me. Excuses, excuses. And now, I live a life where I can only wonder.
What if?
I did.
Perhaps, if I had 3 lessons a week like her, practice 6 hours a day like her, I would have become a prodigy like her. A child prodigy. But no. I gave up. It was too hard. I was too tired. I hated the teacher. The teacher hated me. Excuses, excuses. And now, I live a life where I can only wonder.
What if?
