Blackout
Worshipper of Chin Chin the Dark Lord
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So, today's my birthday, and without any warning I had a philosophical thought about losing some of the passions I had while growing up.
I had played the triangle instrument three times before I became an adult. Once during my time at the daycare in Japan, once after I was at the kindergarten after I got back to my home country, and once during my high school. For some weird reason, all of us were fighting over the thin metallic triangle that you beat with a stick when we were at daycare and kindergarten. There were only limited number of those things available, so we had to draw lots to have the honor of using them. I didn't get to play them at both times (don't ask me why the teacher didn't just let everyone have their turn, my brain was too underdeveloped for such common sense during those times). I instead got a small tambourine, which was everyone's least favorite instrument.
When I got to high school, we had a music class (I don't remember how old was I exactly). I finally get to use the triangle during that class. For some reason, I didn't feel thrilled at all. Shocking, I know. I mean, I wanted to play the bugger when I was younger, but never had the chance to. Now, the piece of metal I got on my hand was merely, well, a piece of metal, not something I was looking forward to make music with. Tambourine, triangle, trumpet, I just couldn't care less. I just wanted the class to end.
The point I'm trying to get to is this: if you managed to find something that you can enjoy, enjoy it while you can. You might never have the chance to ever again, or you'll be too old to enjoy it when you come back for it.
Thanks for reading my pointless essay. Have a great day.
I had played the triangle instrument three times before I became an adult. Once during my time at the daycare in Japan, once after I was at the kindergarten after I got back to my home country, and once during my high school. For some weird reason, all of us were fighting over the thin metallic triangle that you beat with a stick when we were at daycare and kindergarten. There were only limited number of those things available, so we had to draw lots to have the honor of using them. I didn't get to play them at both times (don't ask me why the teacher didn't just let everyone have their turn, my brain was too underdeveloped for such common sense during those times). I instead got a small tambourine, which was everyone's least favorite instrument.
When I got to high school, we had a music class (I don't remember how old was I exactly). I finally get to use the triangle during that class. For some reason, I didn't feel thrilled at all. Shocking, I know. I mean, I wanted to play the bugger when I was younger, but never had the chance to. Now, the piece of metal I got on my hand was merely, well, a piece of metal, not something I was looking forward to make music with. Tambourine, triangle, trumpet, I just couldn't care less. I just wanted the class to end.
The point I'm trying to get to is this: if you managed to find something that you can enjoy, enjoy it while you can. You might never have the chance to ever again, or you'll be too old to enjoy it when you come back for it.
Thanks for reading my pointless essay. Have a great day.
