The Missing Piece…
I just read a blog, a blog written in Chinese. A story about her beloved piano and playing the music. Let me briefly translate it into my pasar-broken English.
The 1st time she had a chance to audition a live performance on piano playing was in her primary while her senior playing ”Ballade Pour Adelline by Richard Clayderman". While playing the music, This girl shined! the pianist isn’t a beauty but the feel of elegant and attractiveness was tremendous.
I reckon that anybody who’s doing something with full concentration and perform well would have that kind of brightness.
She fall in love with piano and started to learn in her primary 5. but unfortunately her family wasn’t able to afford a piano, thus she ain’t able to practice much and improve herself. She stop the lesson but the love wasn’t faded away, then she start it again in secondary school.
The lesson and exam seems nothing tho bother her, while she obtained her 1st grade practical and started on 2nd grade. Ballade Pour Adelline was what her tutor taught her and she quickly pick it up and practice days and nights. Within 1 week she is able to play the song thoroughly by not reading at the sheet.
It wasn’t only the skill that play the music, but they are emotionally connected. The more she play piano then more she loves it, she loves those nice music that was played with her fingers. She had a thought, where these music would never be forgotten.
However good thing don’t last, she was forced to stop while she preparing for her 4th grade exam. The day when her beloved piano moved away was the same day of her 4th grade exam. Sitting there and watching the clock tick, from the exam starting time start till it end but she didn’t attend it. The feeling of sadness was indescribable and she cry out loud!
She really hope to continue playing but she got no more chance. As time past, she slowly put those memory behind and came this day. She visited her cousin’s house which got a piano, but she was afraid to touch it. She reluctant to play because she afraid when start playing and she found herself lost touch with it, the connection wasn’t there anymore.
I feel touching about this story, and I found myself never had this kind of feeling before. I had never experienced the sadness came from a situation where I was so in love with something and after I lost it for many years still I feel the pain.
During my childhood, I got lotsa Toys, Lego, Transformers, Bicycles, etc. I don’t really appreciate my things and taking good care of it. but of cause I didn’t abuse them like what the boy did in "Toy Story".
I think the missing part is I never fight hard enough to get what I want, and when I get it, I never put in my best effort to keep it in good condition. Thus after I lose it, I feel nothing as there wasn’t much memory about the route I was on to get it!
Am I TOO easy-going?
P/S: Originated from 遺忘的調調
Ballade Pour Adelline by Richard Clayderman
April 19th, 2007 at 6:59 pm
hahaha…pity you cause only got one or two comment max.
So I come and leave you some comment loh…Good brother leh ?!
No need thank thank.
About this blog ah, ok..here is my comment.
Life is fair and sometime somewhere in life, we have to sacrifice something/someone to get something/someone we want at that point of time.
The loss we trade for other hunt us for life ( as long your memory good loh)and Slowly poison us from within our soul.At certain point of life, we feel urges of becoming lifeless or need to find redemption for the loss as it is too much we can bear in our life. We cling on our life so hard hoping we can replace the loss with something we may find in life ahead. So sad
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Sohai..wake up la..dun sleep sleep..come come we go play Tiberium War 3. Let kill Benji and hope by his death (3 against one. Sure die la), you may find another fun thing in life.
Cheer up..dude.
Your Zombie Friend await you.
Come to the dark side and become Fearsome Faymeow.