As I head to my first year of college, I find myself one step closer to achieving my dream of becoming a professional musician. Music has meant so many things to me since I picked up my first instrument at age 9. Music is my escape, it is my joy, it is my comfort and it is my best way of expressing myself.
I truly believe that music can change the world because music changed me. During my middle school years, I had to seek refuge in my room, escaping from the depressing reality of living with an alcoholic mother. Rather than face her constant stupors, I would retreat to my room, where my guitars and viola awaited me, offering the only comfort I could find. Exploring the intricate possibilities that only music seemed to offer, I could create a new and better reality for myself.
As I prepare to go to college, I am shocked that the depressed and pitiful child that I was has become a fairly well-adjusted and already accomplished young adult, full of confidence and excited to be starting yet another chapter in life. I cannot help wondering where I would be if I did not have music.
Can music change the world? How can I be anything but overwhelmed with excitement at the opportunity to compose, arrange and perform music professionally, knowing full well that for some people out there, music will be their source of hope, comfort, and joy?