My Violin
I started playing when I was 8 years old and my Papa actually bought me my Violin while he was in Peru.
It means a lot to me:
1) It was a special gift from my number 1 man, my Daddy
2) It brings me tranquility whenever I play it, it's a nice way to "vent".
3) I play for ME.
I am not good, at all. My vibrato is terrible and my shifting is very weak. But i love it.
Whenever my step niece passed away in 2003, I was 13 and i felt like i was sinking myself into a sad, blue person. I was still young and didn't fully understand the idea of Death and I certainly didn't know how to cope. So i picked up my Violin. I remember playing pieces that I used to think I sucked at. But that day, i remember just letting go and wanting to make as much noise as possible with my violin. I played with a full heart and I dont think i have ever played more beautifully than that day. I played for ME, to let out my emotions and really...it was such a beautiful experience. I felt like a let out a huge sigh of air when i finished the piece and i felt better already.
Violin is therapeutic. I wished I played more, or that there were adult lessons i could afford to polish up in. Nonetheless, I love my Violin and will always treasure it close to my heart.
one love.
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