Back at home, contemplating my “near death” experience, or my “nearly missing Monteton due to entrapment in a train bathroom” experience, I am wondering – since I was meant to be there, I hope that I did what I was supposed to do, and learned what I was supposed to learn, and exactly, what was it, and why was it worth kicking and screaming and fighting for? I’ve been trying to come up with a big profound answer, but instead, I just come up with little things.
Maybe I was there simply to have tea time with Big Dave
And a simple French dinner with Claude
Maybe I was there to be reminded of the beauty of silence
Maybe I was there to give pats on the back and to notice how other students have grown in their knowledge and playing ability.
Maybe I was there to laugh
and to dance
and to remind myself to always enjoy the music-making.