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Friday, October 17, 2014

Sacredness of the Ordinary

Sacredness of the Ordinary

    One ordinary object that means a lot to me is my Gibson SG. It is very special to me because it signifies a lot of things in my life. Firstly, it signifies my love of music. When I started playing, I finally found a way to enjoy every day, and that was by playing my favorite songs until I can’t feel my fingers anymore. It is one thing to listen to music, but it is so much better to be able to play it so that you don’t need your phone or radio, only you and an instrument. It allows me to be whoever I really want. Also, my guitar allows me to be individual in a way that I never could have been without it. Sure, anyone can catch a football or kick a soccer ball decently, but how many people can play a guitar well? I got my electric guitar just before summer started last year. I had gone to the store where I take lessons and stared dreamily at the array of beautiful guitars on the wall. I had been told that I would get one if I kept at playing my old acoustic one. Of course, I wasn’t expecting much, it was my first guitar after all and it didn’t even cross my mind that I would end up with anything that would last very long or play as well as the others. My favorite one that I loved to look at was a black Gibson SG made in 1995. It was the same one that my favorite guitar player Angus Young uses and I loved it. At the time, (and still now) I thought that it must have been the coolest looking guitar that I had ever seen. One night, my dad told me to go get my guitar and play for him. When, I did, he had my sister bring out that same Gibson from the shop and asked if I could play better on that. I was speechless. I picked it up and played every single song and riff that I knew at the time. It was the greatest thing that I had ever owned. Even with its cracks and dents, as it was used, it was so beautiful that even now I swear that it can’t possibly be mine. Since then, I have tried to learn every song that I can on it so that I will never grow tired of it, which I doubt will ever happen because it is truly an extraordinary object. It has become another way for me to express myself in a way that words simply cannot. It is amazing how playing something as loud and as fast as you can really seems to make all the problems in the world go away. For all of these reasons, my guitar is a sacred yet ordinary object that I love above all else in the world and I will never get rid of it for as long as it plays.

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