Also, music. It's a lyrical speech, a message with melody, it's beautiful. When I make true music, when it really clicks, it is an amazing feeling. When I practiced piano today, I don't think I had that. It just didn't happen.
But a few days ago, I was all into it. It felt tremendously wonderful. I whizzed through the song, swinging my body on the piano stool, my fingers trapezing, rapidly moving across the keyboard. 
When it happens, I know I'm about to say a dumb, common, cliche word, but it is really magical. 
And even listening to music, gives me pumps of happy energy- the world might still have a chance.

I really love my dad. It's great to have a person who is always there for you, complimenting you on your every move, encouraging you, pushing you forward in a gentle way. That's my dad. With him, everything is a fun, engaging experiment. I like that.

I believe in the piano. In the way it makes music- beautiful, living music.
I believe the piano is a tool to express yourself, whether the emotions come out in a glorious or melancholy way.
Through the piano I have learned that sometimes, you have to accept criticism. People are only trying to help you when they comment on what could be better. I have resisted playing piano many times, and in the future I probably still will, but I have learned that the piano is a wonderful instrument and is worth playing.
And it's not just that. I believe that the piano is an excellent model of the real world. While I'm using typical words here, the piano IS happy, delighted, angry, and sad all at the same time. That is the beauty of it.
In the world there will always be people who are strong, and want to push society forward with new thinking and new ideas: those are the sharps. There are always the people who will be calm, laid back; the flats.
And then, there will be the notes in between. 
All of us together, us who make up the keyboard, make the music. Some may be stronger, some may be weaker, but in unison we are powerful.