True elegance lacks effort. Let go.
I always admired my dad’s ability to quickly pick up a tune and strum it on the guitar while singing. I bought a guitar shortly before he died, and I remember him telling me that I would never stick with it. I’ve come to conclude that either he was challenging my faltering persistence in hopes of fueling my efforts, or he had more clarity than I about my dedication to other endeavors I hold so close to my heart. One day I’ll write a song about this.