Arts
Program: Classical Yo-Yo Ma
When I saw
this program on the preview channel, I could have stopped myself.
I do not know what gave me the urge to change to the channel where
Yo-Yo Ma is settled, playing away on his CELLO. So happy, he is.
And I. . .?
*scoff*
*laugh*
I'm crying my
eyes out. I can't even EnJOY the program! I am traumatized by this.
I will heed not what my friends have said on this issue. They do
not fully comprehend my passion for this instrument. . .the type
of tearing I had to [physically] outlast when the cello I had was
taken away. They don't understand that. . .
A BIG CHUNK
OF MY SPIRIT IS GONE!
So...this is
for them. This is for them to see and if they should decide to say
the same cold sayings they've said to me several times before, I
won't be there to hear it. This is the filter. Stop here! I do not
care to hear "Well, I want to play the harp, but I can't get
it either." No.
I've decided
to be undisclosed once again. I don't even want to talk anymore.
I'm drowning talk to a minimum. I keep myself busy with incessant
work.
Do not tell
me that there are more things to worry about in life. If there are,
where is the stopping point? Will you tell me, when faced with admission
to medical school, that there are more things to worry about in
life besides this? Will you call this petty? If so, do
not speak to me.
Do not upset me more.
And again. .
.it is not just an instrument in my eyes. It is my second voice.
My companion to my virtuoso personality.
I guess enduring
this program is a form of self-mutilation, no?
Yes....how true.
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