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EDIT: Even physically I love the violin.
The instrument grows on you.
You play things just by thinking about them without knowing how you're doing it. The bow on the strings, your fingers on the fingerboard, holding it is softly, not too tight, not too loose.
You have to be 100% aware of all the sensations and sounds.
The possibilities are endless. It not only takes everything in the moment, but it also takes a large chunk of your life to master it.
But when it works, man... When it clicks... It's just touching.
To hear the music you always listen to, but now you are the one producing it, it's coming right from your soul.
I have been a lazy bastard for way too long. Look at me, I became a poet just by thinking about my violin
Right now I can feel how it felt to play. It's only been about a month but it feels like forever. And I'm not even that good, I sound like crap most of the time,
try to imagine how a master feels about his instrument.
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