When I was little, I dreamed of learning to play the piano. It seemed to me that music could speak about feelings better than any words, and I really wanted to create such beauty myself one day.
But because of the finger disease, it was difficult for me to play. I tried, I studied a lot, and I didn't want to give up for a long time, but over time I realized that I wouldn't be able to fulfill this dream the way I imagined.
It was painful to accept. However, the love of music has not disappeared. I never became a pianist, but to this day, when I hear a beautiful melody, I feel the same inspiration that once made me love the piano.