Music is one of those things in life I rarely have time for. It’s not so much that I can’t appreciate music, but more the fact that my life keeps me moving and doesn’t allow me to tune out the world on a frequent basis. It is somewhat unfortunate that I never learned an instrument when I was younger. Granted, my parents probably could not afford to have me take music lessons; nor was I necessarily inclined to want to play music. However, being able to look back, it probably would not have been such a bad thing to have learned how to play an instrument of some sort.
I think one of the problems with music and sound is that it is so hard to describe. It is something to be heard. I probably don’t have a single musical bone in my body, but I wonder if it is too late for me to do something. While it would be pretty cool to be able to play a piano, I am afraid I might be too old to pick up something that complicated. If I end up having kids, I wonder if I should try and nudge them towards trying an instrument. It probably wouldn’t hurt them. Hrm… maybe it is too early to give up on myself. I am sure I could try something if I was motivated enough to pursue it. A piano is so expensive though… maybe I would start with something more affordable. Either ways, I have to remember I am not so old yet that I can’t still change.