Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write

Golden Grand Piano - Excerpt

There was a golden grand piano in a museum I visited as a child.

I'd visit multiple times in my childhood just to see the golden piano.

Like how you rewatch your favorite movie over and over again, and you're not sick of it.

It was like that.

But as I continued the tradition, I soon realized that it wasn't the piano itself I liked so much, but the feel it put into the atmosphere.

It conveyed waves of elegant music being played specially for a huge gala with ballgowns and fancy drinks.

So, as I'm 21 now, and I stare at the golden grand piano, I realize it wasn't the paino, but the world it put me in.

And maybe that's life.

Maybe it isn't what we have...like what we physically have that we can touch that matters, but it's what we can't hold in our hands, that place, that atmosphere that matters.