I am not one to b e easily
influenced by my surroundings and those in it. Usually, I try to have an open
mind about things around me and try not to let things that don’t matter get the
better of me. But there is one time in my life where I can remember that I was
easily influenced to do something I never thought I would do. It was not a
malicious act, not at all. Neither was it a saintly act. It was a simple motion
with a cause and effect that did not go beyond the boundaries of my house and
my life.
One day, when I was only 7 years
old, my uncle was visiting us in India from Chicago. That was a big deal on its
own. One afternoon, I saw him take out something odd from his room. It was a
large, black, curvy, case for some sort of object. It was a guitar. As he took
the guitar out of its case, I found myself, for no reason at all, hovering
closer and closer to my uncle until I reached the sofa he was sitting on and
sat next to him. My eyes were glued to the guitar, my ears were deaf to
everything else but the sound of the guitar, and my fingers itched with
anticipation to hold and play the guitar.
I was an incredibly shy child so it
was difficult for me to speak. But I somehow mustered the courage to make my
voice heard over the sonorous noted coming from the guitar. I sheepishly asked
my uncle if it was alright if I could maybe try the guitar if he did not mind.
He started laughing. He said no problem and instantly handed me over the guitar
and left me to explore this new entity on my own.
I learned quite a few things from
him about the guitar for the month he was visiting us. And when it was time for
him to leave, I felt sad that both the guitar and he was leaving but I did not
say anything. When I woke up the next morning, I saw a strange object in my
room. It was a big, black, curvy case with a guitar inside!
From that day on I started my journey
to master the guitar to the best of my abilities. It was because of my uncle
that I was fascinated by the guitar and it was because of his encouragement
that I was able to muster the passion to pursue playing the guitar. Today,
music, and the guitar have become an immense part of my life. My life revolves
around me exploring the guitar and discovering new things on it. It has played
a major role in helping me become what I am today. And I am extremely happy
with the kind of person I am.
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Though this is too short as it stands and lacks the details and strength of the previous essay, the topic itself has some real potential because it combines a person, event, and the spark that was ignited within you to pursue your current passion.
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