I Started Learning Guitar

I’ve always had a strange relationship with music. As a kid, I never really got into it the way other people did. Songs would play around me, but I couldn’t make out the words. My brain was always trying to understand what they were saying, and most times, I couldn’t. The lyrics felt like a puzzle I couldn’t solve. So I’d zone out. Music never became a big part of my world.

Even though my parents hoped I’d learn an instrument, maybe drums or piano, I was more drawn to other things. I liked cycling. I liked reading. I liked writing. I liked playing draughts and table tennis. I liked gardening. I played soccer too, but I didn’t love it like I loved my bike. I liked asking questions. Music felt loud and confusing.

But something shifted in 2024.

I was curious, not about listening to music, but about making it. I wanted to feel what it was like to create sound with my own hands. So I walked into Music & Arts and signed up for guitar lessons. No big plan, just a feeling that maybe this was something I should try.

My first lesson was a mix of excitement and awkwardness. I didn’t even know how to hold the guitar properly. My fingers didn’t land where they were supposed to. The strings felt sharp. But something about it felt good. It felt real. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t hear the lyrics of most songs. I was finally learning how music is made.

Every Saturday now, I show up for my 30-minute lesson. I’m still learning the basics. Some days it’s slow. Some days I forget things. But I like the process. It’s quiet. Steady. Personal.

I don’t know where this is going. I’m not trying to be a performer. I just want to keep learning, keep showing up, and maybe, for the first time in my life, start to feel music in a way that makes sense to me. Not through the lyrics, but through the sound I make myself.

And that feels enough for now.