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This I Believe Essay
This I Believe Essay
This I Believe
I believe in the enchantment of music. Music has the ability to produce an influence
beyond the listener’s simple entertainment. Elgar, Prokofiev, and Mahler are movers of hearts,
conveyors of sorrowful stories, and inspirers of dreams. In the 18 years of my life, music has
been the ultimate enchantment that clears away the stress of a chaotic day or my channel of
I remember the days when I used to twist and whine whenever the word “practice” was
uttered from my mother’s mouth. I’d run upstairs and pretend I had a lot of homework, and my
mother would merely shake her head and tell me that I had better come down to practice
afterward. Then later in the day, my guilty conscience would drag my feet down to the “music
corner” of our living room. I would pick up my violin for an hour, and then proceed to my piano.
mother’s great disappointment, I can’t say that it was a daily recurring process.) During those
days I never imagined that there would come a day when I would praise God for the ability to
Music’s maturation in my life was a subtle yet decisive process. It began when I met my
final violin teacher, whom I would go as far as to call my life’s musical mentor. Xiao-Fu Zhou
was a man who loved music with his whole heart and his whole life. Each lesson was like an
adventure in which he would show me the desolate, dismal sorrows of an aching Brahms or the
jovial dreams of a light-hearted Bach. Xiao-Fu’s eyes would close as his fingers gently closed
down on his violin. And all of a sudden, Brahms’ sorrows were Xiao-Fu’s sorrows of his past
struggles as a young man who was placed in a foreign land called America; Bach’s dreams were
Xiao-Fu’s moments of joy as he fulfilled his journey of delighting many at the likes of Carnegie
Hall. I fell deeper and deeper into the music’s enchantment. Such lessons continued, until one
It was in April of my sophomore year of high school. I walked home, broken from a
defeat in a battle that I had been preparing for, for quite some time. I opened my door and as
soon as I looked into my house, the only thing in sight was my piano straight ahead. I sat at my
piano and began to play. And I played, and played, and played, and played. The music started to
take over my emotions as I began to play whatever popped into my head. The stress of the day,
the tears from the defeat, and the anger from the disappointment flowed from my heart to the
keys, until I could play no more, for there was nothing more to be played. The healing process
had already begun. The enchanter had come and gone, and the enchantment had done the
trick.