The story of my life does not center around regret, but many times it is what i think back on most. For the most part, I dont regret things that i have done. I regret what i haven't done with my life.
Recently I have acquired an unexpected appreciation for music. I'm not sure where it came from, but it seems very natural. Usually I don't even listen to the radio, which many people seem to think is due to some sort of chemical deficiency. They ask, "Don't you like music?" I love music. I just dont seem to want to listen to it very often.
I never was very good at making music myself. In the fourth grade I made a weak attempt at playing the flute in the school band. I went to three band rehearsals and never practiced. I don't think that I ever really made a sound when I tried blowing into that instrument, so I guess it really didn't make a difference. After the year was over, I felt some of my first feelings of regret regarding music. I felt bad that I hadn't even tried to learn the flute and decided to make a comeback, only this time i would really get into it. In the fifth grade I waited until the very last possible minute to sing up for the band, and ended up playing the coronet instead of the clarinet like I had requested. The coronet was a little more difficult that I thought, and though I could actually blow into the thing, my second music adventure also lasted a total of three days. I don't regret not playing the flute or coronet. Those were instruments that I never really found interesting anyway. The instrument that I do regret quitting is the piano.
I think just about everyone on this planet has, at one time in their lives, taken piano lessons. Young and not exactly a budding musician, I loved the sound of the piano and dreamed of playing those elaborate, beautiful songs I love so much. I knew it took practice, but I didn't seem I was progressing at all. Lack of progression let to frustration, which led to disappointment, which let to lack of practice.