Music, the language of the mind

An awe-inspired fan once told me a famous master of the flamenco style, “I would give my life to play as well as you do.” The guitarist responded, “I already did.”

To me, music is the language of the mind, and the melodious arpeggio of a burnished walnut instrument speaks what cannot be written in words. I would love to be able to speak through the strings of a guitar, be able to combine my thoughts into a symphony of metal, wood, and broken air. I can play the guitar, at a rudimentary level, but I have not reached the plateau where I can truly play with feeling. It is the emotion behind the instrument that transforms it into an artistic creation, an extension of a tuned ear, a tapping foot, and a trained hand.

If I could give my life, as that musician did, to practice and study the guitar, I would.

Failure is the mother of Success

Failure does not mean that you are a failure,
It means you have not yet succeeded.

Failure does not mean you have accomplished nothing,
It means you have learnt something.

Failure does not mean you have been a fool,
It means you have a lot of faith.

Failure does not mean you don’t have what it takes,
It just means you have to do it differently.

Failure does not mean you have wasted your life,
It means you have reasons to start afresh.

Failure does not mean you should give up,
It means you must try harder.

Failure does not mean the God has abandoned you,
It just means that God has a better idea.