Imagine you are 30 years older, looking back, will you regret doing or not doing something when you are 30 years younger? If you do, start doing/not doing it now.

That was one of the advices given by a prof when I attended a talk last month. Coincidentally it is one of the mottos I live by, especially now that I am reaching the magical age of 30. As you are getting older, there are a lot of things you are not able to do, due to age/physical/mental constraint. Recently, I have been reviewing my life. Is there anything which if I do not do now I will regret later? I realised there are plenty, and piano is one of them on the list.

To shorten my list, 3 months back, I decided to pick up the instrument again, much to the disapproval of my parents. I can totally understand their disgust, for this is not my first brush learning piano. I remembered vividly attending Yamaha classes when I was around 4 years old and refusing to practise at home. However, who should expect a 4-year-old sitting patiently and quietly in front of the piano practising the keys? 23 years on, having a better knowledge of my own interests, I believe I am able to make a better decision, though I have lingering doubts too. Am I too old for it? Do I have the commitment for it? Am I disciplined enough to self practise?

Nonetheless, 3 months on, I am glad that I have embarked on the journey. It may be frustrating at times, for my brain, eyes and fingers are unable to coordinate. However, it was the sense achievement I felt when I can accomplish the required coordination that pushed me on. Hearing the correct keys played on the keyboard was joyful for my ears – even though the rhythm may not sound as coordinated.

Given my previous bad track records at learning hobbies, how long can I last this time? Time will tell..