Once upon at time I was passionately in love with violin but some how I ended up buying a guitar because I had a notion that violin is very tough to learn.
It’s almost two years that I bought myself a guitar and all I have learned by myself is to tune it, broke only one string in this period of time and I am not even sure that the tuning I do is actually tuning or not.
Disappointed with myself and thinking that I desperately need professional help but still not doing any thing about it. I suddenly did a random search on the net and thought, let’s get some basic learning.
What I found was a guitar lesson for the novice that said, to start learning guitar you need the following:
-A guitar with six strings. Any type of guitar will work fine. (Check)
-A guitar pick. Medium gauged picks are recommended to start with, but any will work okay in a pinch. (I have two)
-A chair without arms. (Doesn’t matter I have a bed which should work fine )
-A reasonable amount of patience (Now! this is a problem.....)
I realized its not just guitar that requires patience, it’s my life that requires patience I should learn to grow I need to be more persistent and chase my dreams more often instead of just thinking about my duties. I should let things go and not hold on to them.
I should learn to say that I am not fine and I need to take care of myself. Be a little careless, pamper myself, eat an ice-cream when I feel like without thinking that it will get accumulated on my butt and I will have a hard time sweating it out.
Why I am writing all these apart from my learning guitar thing? I don’t really know. But I guess my thoughts are all jumbled up and I am just letting them out and learning to be who I am.
I called up Mom today after work; she said I come in her dream every day in the afternoon during her siesta time. I felt so good after hearing that.
The dreams are most often about going out like friends and shopping or buying road side stuff and eating like school going kids do. In her dreams I am her friend we are not mother and daughter, I teach her how to ride a bicycle and I scold her when she does it wrong.
I was thinking, what these could mean? Does she need a friend; am I not there for her? Should I stop being a daughter and be more friend? Do I need a friend? And she knows that I am in need of her? What ever it is dreams are mystery but this one made me think life is really short to waste it by not giving yourself what you want.
And if you don't do it today....that tomorrow may never come.
