If I only play what I already can,
I stay exactly where I am.
Comfortable, and frozen.
Everything I’ve actually learned
came from a song slightly out of reach.
The piece I fumbled for weeks.
The passage too fast for my hands,
until one day it wasn’t.
The fumbling felt like failure.
It was the lesson, happening.
Now I deliberately pick something
a little too hard.
It keeps me a beginner,
which keeps me growing.
The comfortable song is a nice place to visit.
The hard one is where I change.
– Serguey Asael Shinder
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