Music is my Life
All my life I have loved music, every note, and every rhythm. I have found that music can lift my spirits when they sink, can help me to look at the brighter side of a situation when all I see is darkness, and can find beauty in the simplest of things.
When I was 10 years old, I took up the saxophone and loved every minute of it. I played when I felt inspired, discouraged, isolated, joyful, and when I just needed to think. At that age, I sounded like little more than a swing that needs to be oiled, without much style or creativity other than a few loud blasts every now and then. Which explains how I was as a little kid; out going, independent, and very loud.
As I went through my first year of middle school, I would still play for the same reasons, but with a different style. Sometimes I would play very loud, and others quite soft. There were times that I played with great passion, and sometimes I just couldn’t seem to find the right notes. Music was my one way to say what I was thinking and feeling when I couldn’t find the words. When I had a message, music would deliver it.
I like to think that I have learned every life lesson from a music book. I have found that sometimes I need to slow down my pace, even if the person next to me is going faster. I have found that sometimes life will throw me notes that I have never seen before, and it isn’t whether or not I know them that defines the type of player I am, it is my willingness to learn them. Life will give me measures that I cannot handle, that I don’t know how to handle, but I can always find a way to work through them.
Being in only the second year of middle school, I can’t say I have found my own style, but I do know this; my style of music will change with me and grow with me. If I play with passion, I will live my life with passion, if I feel that no one is listening, then I may play very softly. My music is me in everyway.
I won’t hit every note, and I won’t play...