Perhaps I should give some background first. I played my horn for almost 10 years. I started out just doing it to do it(and to avoid gym). I was terrible at first, but over the years, I became one of the best there was. I beat all the local competition, placed well on a large scale. I grew to love playing. The problem is, I began going through a lot of pain in my life. The horn wasn't getting me what I wanted: social acceptance, companionship, love. Then one day I began to lose hope and falter... the pain killed me, slowly at first, and then stopped me dead all at once... then I just walked away. It was "easy" -- as strange as that sounds -- to walk away from my horn, and 9 years of training, 9 years of something I loved. I just dropped it. But the day I let it go, a piece of me died.
I have never considered myself a musician, never... in spite of my great "talent". I do not feel like it. I do not feel like I deserve that, I never have. My heart will not let me call myself a musician. And now that I have walked away, I don't believe that I ever will. I do not even feel right in calling this thread, "My music", because it is not mine. I was just a trained monkey, a robot doing a neat trick. I felt no worth. It gave me nothing... no real friends, no love, no true acceptance from others... just a nameless popularity that fizzled with the next fad. It did not matter when I walked away... I say this, and yet I cannot talk about it without feeling like crying. I hate to ask your help for this, because I do not feel worthy of it. I simply wish the pain to cease. I guess I wish sometimes that I could go back to it, but I do not own it. I do not feel like it is mine. Please help me. Please pray for me. Thank you.
I have never considered myself a musician, never... in spite of my great "talent". I do not feel like it. I do not feel like I deserve that, I never have. My heart will not let me call myself a musician. And now that I have walked away, I don't believe that I ever will. I do not even feel right in calling this thread, "My music", because it is not mine. I was just a trained monkey, a robot doing a neat trick. I felt no worth. It gave me nothing... no real friends, no love, no true acceptance from others... just a nameless popularity that fizzled with the next fad. It did not matter when I walked away... I say this, and yet I cannot talk about it without feeling like crying. I hate to ask your help for this, because I do not feel worthy of it. I simply wish the pain to cease. I guess I wish sometimes that I could go back to it, but I do not own it. I do not feel like it is mine. Please help me. Please pray for me. Thank you.
