I had my piano lesson today, and it felt very good to play. It's just that feeling of, of satisfaction, of relaxation, of endearment.
It was a rough day, and despite how well or not I played during my lesson, I enjoyed forgetting about my feelings and entering the world of music.
My dad had showed me a bunch of piano performances, and some of those players were fascinatingly beautifully excellent. But what I take away from that is not that I am no good at piano, is not that there are thousands of better musicians out their than me, but is that piano is such a deep, expressive instrument I have levels to explore.