Medocrity in Music

I picked up my guitar again last night after not playing for a few weeks. My fingers are a little sore, so typing this is a bit difficult (not to mention I pinched my finger in a pair of scissors). I didn't make it very far before I gave into the pain and decided to play the harmonica instead. You can't go wrong with "Amazing Grace", right? (It reminded me of the visions of the old soulful man playing his prized posession as he sits in a jail cell, dingy blue overalls, pouring out all he had left with every blow and draw of the tiny instrument. Hope fading as the sun sets across the yard, yet each note bringing a certain peace. Even though his physical prison will last the rest of his life, his soul is forever free. Amazing Grace. How sweet the sound.)

At any rate, music doesn't come as easy for me as for some, but I'm still trying, foraging the foreign forest in a rather feeble attempt at creating something wonderful. Maybe one day I will really be good at it. I would love that. For now, all I can do is try. I enjoy it, but sometimes it is rather frustrating. (Perhaps that is why so many, including myself, enjoy Guitar Hero. We BECOME a part of the music without having to know anything or have any special talent.) I am so far from reaching any kind of guitar goals, yet that is on my list of things to do. So I'll keep trekking, keep wandering aimlessly through the fields of amatuerity and mediocrity until I stumble upon something extraordinary. Although way too far in the future to predict, I know it is there. Somewhere. Somehow. Someday. But today, I have to hope for that, dream for that, work for that. I can't quit today. I have so much more to offer, even if it is only mediocre.