When I was younger I didn’t understand art. My grandma would take me to museums and try to read every word of every exhibit while I just wanted see everything in five minutes and leave. As I entered Middle school I didn’t particularly care about music; I wanted to be a percussionist so I could just bang on things all day long. But some how I ended up playing the trumpet. I didn’t particularly like the trumpet, but I did like to be good at things. So I worked hard and quickly rose to the top of the section. Halfway through the year, I tried to switch to euphonium because it seemed like a cooler instrument at the time, but my directors saw talent in me and put me on French Horn against my will. Yet again I excelled simply because I wanted to be good at something. It wasn’t until my freshman year that I developed a love for music. I discovered the world of classical music and loved listening it because it was so diverse. Playing the Horn became everything that mattered to me. I desired to make music that would move others in the same way that classical music had moved me. Most modern teenager’s think that classical music is all the same and really boring, but that’s only because they haven’t been exposed to the diversity and complexity of it. As it came time to start looking at college, I couldn’t picture myself doing anything else for the rest of my life other than making music. It had grown to become a part of me that had to be fed and given chances to emote.
“The man who loves his job never works a day in his life.” Confucius
This quote applies to my life, not because I don’t want to work, but because I could not be fulfilled if I didn’t have a passion for my work. I just started my undergraduate degree at SMU, and I plan to spend the next four years of my life developing the skills to fulfill the dream.