I was watching someone playing violin gracefully when my flash of my childhood memory came by. In certain moment of my childhood, I dream to be a good damn professional violin player. No good reason, unless that the violin has strange yet beautiful melody . However, I didn’t have courage to ask my parents buy me a new one nor courage to ask them to get me a tutor. They had been working so hard, and as a child I didn’t want to be selfish. I kept saying that one day, when I can stand on my own, I will reward myself and buy a new one. The dream then buried, forgotten waiting to be unleashed. Until now, the memory came by.
Maybe it’s a good thing to have a new violin. It’s my childhood dream anyway. I can’t even play it nor have interest to learn it now. Surely my vision of me is very much different with that when I was a kid. I look at the picture of myself on mirror, there is no reflection my childhood dream anymore. Those pictures isn’t me. or is it?
Remember the cure – Pictures of You:
“I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you, That I almost believe that the pictures are all I could feel…”
Fulfilling my childhood dream, how important is it now? Is it actually our real ideal dream and our current dream is dream under constraints and circumstances? Is it not?
June 2, 2009 at 7:43 pm
really Dzik? let’s learn to play violin then, it’s good though a bit difficult, but worth it