What Goes Best with A Bowl of Wisps?

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Whatever I’ve tried doing today, I just can’t seem to be content. I’ve spaced out on this blog for an hour, tried watching TV, and even tried chilling. I just seem restless in a tiny, yet big space. The mind travels off the map sometimes.

Floating thoughts at the moment, in case you’re interested!

Is there really a point in learning Mozart? Especially when one isn’t a classical pianist, and there’s no concert or coffee shop gig to prepare for. I’ve recently been learning the joy of playing for self. A few years ago, I didn’t understand that concept. But it’s just as well that my plate is currently light, considering I haven’t truly practice in years. My hands have gotten sore in a short amount of time, and it’s taken me a few weeks to learn the first page of a modern piano piece. It’s still a waltz, but the film from which it’s from makes it more current than Beethoven & Chopin. But hey! I’ve learned one whole page of a waltz that I imagine would sound awesome on a piano in the middle of a crowd someday.

And did you know that we’re only 20 weeks in to 2020? Somehow, that time length sounds shorter than 5 months. Tomorrow starts week 21. I’ve had 10 main goals in mind for the year, and their progress are as wispy as what happens when Googling images for this word. You’re welcome! ^_^ Admittedly, wispy is just fun to say.

On a day when one should do stuff but doesn’t feel like it, I guess that’s where sitting at a piano all day could be considered an accomplishment. What’s more, I don’t even have to play. I could just sit and make that the day’s purpose.

Maybe that’s the point of Mozart…

—To use it as one distraction to run away from other distractions!

❤ Laters!

 

 

 

For the love of curiosity!

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Mischief struck me.

The cruise ship docked, and the travelers left for their destinations. But what I cared about wasn’t out there. Staying aboard, I headed to a grand sunlit room where the welcoming doors were quite inviting.

As I hoped for an empty ship, I knew the reality was still better than most times. I assumed that the few who occupied the room weren’t threatening.  The travelers chilled with their drinks, and the bartender looked quite tame. Walking past their slumped backs and pretending to be interested in the windows, I turned around to face heart’s desire. I dared to lift the lid quietly with a finger.

Blasted. 

The piano was locked.

Laughter rippled through my body and was followed by the nerves that set free. I no longer needed them. The ship’s crew must have seen me coming. And guess what? The people in the room remained perfectly oblivious. At least I didn’t try the piano in the ship’s foyer. Though, it was tempting cause I saw that one first. Now I understand why some pianos are left unguarded.

As I imagined what I would’ve played, I also fantasized its consequences resulting in a blaring alarm or a crumbling ship. The mission seemed so important, and the thrill was in the risk.

But the important thing is that I survived so to continue laughing in my wiser days.