I miss my music. I used to be a great pianist. But I feel like I left the musician in me when I left for college. I intended to keep it up…but then school happened. And then friends happened. And then… weeks just passed by…and then months. The world keeps racing past me, and I think part of the reason why I have de-prioritized my piano is that i know it will always be in me. Or at least, thats what I hoped. I have always been able to rely on my music as a sort of a friend to help me escape from stressful times. But its been so long since I’ve been “in the zone” and I miss that feeling — the feeling of freedom…of weightlessness…the feeling that frees me from the enslavement of the thoughts that too often clutter my mind. I dont remember this feeling anymore…
