the cello

i walked past a cabinet at school today with a friend. we both saw the cello that was inside. it was interesting the conversation we had because of it.

the cello was battered, old and honestly...kind of ugly. it wouldn't sound very good either, just the quality of the instrument was not what it could be. immediately i thought of just how i have been feeling recently and how i could never quite explain it and i realized, i'm like this instrument.

i'm battered...and bruised. i don't sound as good as other instruments but i could, i have the potential. i haven't been fixed up and i need a lot of fixing. with the touch of the right hands {the hands of my savior, the master, the carpenter} i could become truly beautiful.

some instruments are naturally more beautiful than others, some have to be tuned more often than others, and some...can only aspire to so much.

i wonder what kind of instrument i am, and what i will become. i know what i want to be. i wonder if i can become that unique and beautiful instrument i strive so hard to be. i wonder if i am working hard enough for it, or if i need to work even harder.

also, i don't want to be like the cello in the showcase. i don't want to be made useless in such a way that my only use is to be an example of what not to do. to be stared at from the outside. i want to experience. i want to create.

i want to find the music. believing always in the lovely things of life.