We often think about the things we want in the present or future. We keep trying our best to get them with whatever means possible. We work harder than before, plan better than before, think through much more than before. And the moment we receive what we worked so hard to achieve, we live in the moment only to gradually fail.
Fail in keeping up with what we struggled throughout, spent sleepless nights, dreamed will all our might. Its value degrades with time. Believe or not, it is true. Once we achieve something, we think about the higher step and that is perfectly fine. The trouble arrises when we lower the value of what is achieved earlier.
Sadly, the older we get, the stronger this habit gets. With the kind of stressful, competitive and materialistic life we live in, we just go on catching hold of the moment only to leave it quickly. Moving on to the next. This might work out for many, but not for all. This might show like a a sign of growth and success for most but not for all.
My Story -
I was a quiet kid with some hopes of doing best in whatever came in my way. A lot of people helped me knowingly and unknowingly making me realise my capabilities. And I went on and on with my beautiful life. When i look back now, I barely find any big struggle in whatever I achieved back then, because all I did was purely out of love and excitement.
Out of the several activities I took part in my school, singling was one. After I joined my school singling group, there were several competitions I got to attend. One such was an intra - school competition where I came across several Indian and Western instruments I never saw or head much of in my life. I got the vibe which I know understand. Back then i was just in Awe. And there began my journey about wanting to understand the sounds generated by instruments.
I never dared to play any instruments owned by people in the band but I thought someday I would. In my second year college at the age of 18, I came across a music class in my society that taught several instruments. My brother had music sessions in his school and was interested in learning outside of school too. I think i was much more excited that he was. I always found an excuse to drop him and pick him out at the music class where he learned the guitar and stayed there for as long as I could. One day when the instructor wasn't around, I picked up the guitar and tried playing. At that very moment, it felt like a part of me. Never felt like it was my first time holding it.
Soon, i convinced my mother to let me join the classes too. Didn't continue classes for too long but surely thought of buying the guitar someday soon. And so I did. My first ever guitar, YAMAHA F310. It was like a huge achievement. I didn't really play it for too long but whenever I could, I did. I learned several pieces. One of them my percussive style guitar song - Drifting by Andy Mckee. To my surprise, I learned it within a week with not too much of a struggle.
As time went on, I though i require a better guitar to work on my percussive style. But i knew i couldn't get one any sooner. I thought of recording it on the phone, used several apps but didn't get any output. Later I got a chance to record at a studio and that is when i could have shined. But, I didn't I didn't make much out of that opportunity. I wish I would have. Years later, I got my job after completing my post graduation and went on owing my first Martin Guitar after waiting for several months and again, felt life something was missing. I got it customised to produce better sound. Got a Macbook Air and a sound card to record better. But, didn't do a thing. Paid a good amount of money to go for a music production class but didn't continue for the excuses i gave myself. Life gave me so many opportunities and I let them slip away. I wish I wouldn't have.
I am turning 26 on the 15th Aug'18 and when i look back, it scares me. I was my best resource and I didn't use it. Now, that i realise, I sure cannot undo things but I have to struggle 1000 times more, work hard 10,000 times more to overcome all that I have lost.
For I am My Best Resource.
Fail in keeping up with what we struggled throughout, spent sleepless nights, dreamed will all our might. Its value degrades with time. Believe or not, it is true. Once we achieve something, we think about the higher step and that is perfectly fine. The trouble arrises when we lower the value of what is achieved earlier.
Sadly, the older we get, the stronger this habit gets. With the kind of stressful, competitive and materialistic life we live in, we just go on catching hold of the moment only to leave it quickly. Moving on to the next. This might work out for many, but not for all. This might show like a a sign of growth and success for most but not for all.
My Story -
I was a quiet kid with some hopes of doing best in whatever came in my way. A lot of people helped me knowingly and unknowingly making me realise my capabilities. And I went on and on with my beautiful life. When i look back now, I barely find any big struggle in whatever I achieved back then, because all I did was purely out of love and excitement.
Out of the several activities I took part in my school, singling was one. After I joined my school singling group, there were several competitions I got to attend. One such was an intra - school competition where I came across several Indian and Western instruments I never saw or head much of in my life. I got the vibe which I know understand. Back then i was just in Awe. And there began my journey about wanting to understand the sounds generated by instruments.
I never dared to play any instruments owned by people in the band but I thought someday I would. In my second year college at the age of 18, I came across a music class in my society that taught several instruments. My brother had music sessions in his school and was interested in learning outside of school too. I think i was much more excited that he was. I always found an excuse to drop him and pick him out at the music class where he learned the guitar and stayed there for as long as I could. One day when the instructor wasn't around, I picked up the guitar and tried playing. At that very moment, it felt like a part of me. Never felt like it was my first time holding it.
Soon, i convinced my mother to let me join the classes too. Didn't continue classes for too long but surely thought of buying the guitar someday soon. And so I did. My first ever guitar, YAMAHA F310. It was like a huge achievement. I didn't really play it for too long but whenever I could, I did. I learned several pieces. One of them my percussive style guitar song - Drifting by Andy Mckee. To my surprise, I learned it within a week with not too much of a struggle.
As time went on, I though i require a better guitar to work on my percussive style. But i knew i couldn't get one any sooner. I thought of recording it on the phone, used several apps but didn't get any output. Later I got a chance to record at a studio and that is when i could have shined. But, I didn't I didn't make much out of that opportunity. I wish I would have. Years later, I got my job after completing my post graduation and went on owing my first Martin Guitar after waiting for several months and again, felt life something was missing. I got it customised to produce better sound. Got a Macbook Air and a sound card to record better. But, didn't do a thing. Paid a good amount of money to go for a music production class but didn't continue for the excuses i gave myself. Life gave me so many opportunities and I let them slip away. I wish I wouldn't have.
I am turning 26 on the 15th Aug'18 and when i look back, it scares me. I was my best resource and I didn't use it. Now, that i realise, I sure cannot undo things but I have to struggle 1000 times more, work hard 10,000 times more to overcome all that I have lost.
For I am My Best Resource.
