I used to love music. I listened to different songs on my mp3 and wrote down the lyrics at the back of my old notebooks.I enjoyed music when I was young. However, someone in my elementary class asked me to sing a song. But as I started to sing, I struggled finding the right tune, the tempo or the exact beat of a song. 

From then on, I realized that maybe I was never meant to be with music. So, tried to console myself by finding another hobby.
For years, I used to write poetries and short stories, mostly unfinished and were left to rot at the pages of my old journals. I tried doing other stuff like painting and photography, yet both never ended well and my works were merely acceptable. 
I got frustrated each day. My daily activities were also affected, I become lazy and unproductive and felt like I was never meant  find myself. 

One tiring afternoon, I happened to passby in a music store at the mall. My eyes automatically darted to the different music instruments against the glass. "No, you won't buy any instrument, you can't even play," I reminded myself. Giving up the idea of spending money on stuffs which I know would never be of use to me is one of the talent I am blessed to have. (I considered it as a rare talent). However, I am so drawn with one music instrument at that time. My eyes darted on a wooden ukelele displayed with a 25% discount tag. "It's on sale! This won't cost much!" 

I hurriedly went home because I was too excited to try my ukelele. I searched online for some tutorials on how to play my new instrument. I spent five hours to learn yet I think the ukelele wasn't meant for me. The next day, I kept my ukelele underneath my bed to hide it from my mom. I decided to go on a short trip to atleast forget my frustrations and relax a bit. The whole trip ended well as I was with my friends. When I was on my way home, I heard a familiar song playing on the bus. It was an old song by the Beatles. 

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better," I sang and felt at ease when I was listening to the music. When I got home, I was ready. I was ready to let go of my frustrations and start anew. But as I was heading to my room, I heard a warm and mellow sound playing an unfamiliar song. I opened the door and saw my younger sister holding my ukelele. 

I was not expecting that she knew how to play it. She told me that while I was away, she was looking for my old pair of shoes but ended up discovering my ukelele. She told me that it was really hard learning things at first, but if you have a deep passion to learn something, things will go smoothly. 

I was strucked by the words she said. She was right. Maybe I wasn't really passionate about painting or photography that's why I find it difficult to learn. I was frustrated with music that's why I can't let go of it. 

Everyday, my sister helps to overcome my frustration in music. Today marks my 100th day of learning the ukelele. I can now play different songs and sing with it. I know that I still have a lot to learn and each day, I make sure to learn a new song or a new strumming pattern. All in all, music has helped me find my truest self and rediscovered my first passion. 

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