We all have something we wish we have. Of course we have those, despite feeling quite satisfied with ourselves most of the time (or not?). Like, I’ve always dreamed I can write music since the time I was a teenager taking vitamins for acne. But somehow, I didn’t end up learning that skill, or maybe that’s really just something I am not meant to do in this world (translation: I don’t have the talent). I can accept that, and it doesn’t take away my love for music despite me simultaneously realizing that I can carry a tune but that I’ll never have the pipes nor the tone like those who are really good at singing.
I was watching Sara Bareilles’ concert DVD last night and my fascination with those who write their own music, play their own instruments, and sing their own songs (for pay) came rushing back. How fun to have their job! Of course, I know it’s not as easy as it looks and that not everyone gets to make good money out of it—unless you’re supremely talented and lucky OR just really, really lucky. But I admire those who were able to stick with what their good at, which also happens to be what they’re most passionate about, as their means of living. Mostly, though, I’m really just envious of their talent (and Sara Bareilles? very witty and funny writer, too).
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