Where My World Began
The crisp air was chilling our ears, like the frost was gradually nibbling away at us. It was an earlier autumn than usual. The 5th of October, my eighth birthday. I never asked for much, but I did have one request for a gift this year. And to my surprise, after unravelling the crinkly wrapping paper and playing with the twinkling bows and ribbons, I stared blankly at the magic in front of me. My eyes lit up as if someone had turned up the brightness. I picked it up; still no words could form from my mouth, but just a simple smile sent to my parents displaying my happiness. I strummed the stiff strings for the first time, my initial thought was, "Is this supposed to happen?”. My parents laughed at my confusion. "No, I’m serious… how do I use this thing!” They handed me a book of notes, and told me to figure out myself. If I wanted to learn, I would have to do it alone.
I was jubilant. However, this charm was twice my size… but I decided I would have to deal with it. I immediately began exploring sounds and tunes, I spent many hours devoted. Releasing it brought me to an abode of harmony and realness. Not only writing lyrics to go alongside the music, but the emotions felt when the fogging melody filled my mind were like an aura of my own glowing galaxy reaching a point of complete peace. No other sounds or people around interfered. Then as my life began to change, so did my own creation. I slowly drifted away from the world; the tight rope that I held onto began to break. That piece of me was almost gone, like an empty box waiting to be refilled and sealed for good. Years had gone by and the doors to my world had not been reopened. The once breathtaking experience that was a part of my life, world, and even heart, had now turned into aimless air.
Then the day arose where I brought myself in front of the doors of my world, kneeling to recover the piece of my heart that was absent for so long. Slowly unzipping the cloth case, to my embarrassment my hands were almost shaking. The most enchanting moment, was to blow off the dust from my six string acoustic guitar…almost bringing it to life. To my life; again. The spruce soundboard and nylon strings seemed flawless, as if untouched, the sun from my window shined off the wood. My eyes twinkled. This was where my world began. Music is a significant part of my life, and the lyrics bind my story.
