I like singing. I do it every time I’m driving, while I’m by myself, or when I’m feeling like it.
A few days ago I attended a musical class: sing by jktarthouse. It’s out of my usual zone, but I convinced myself it’s good to try new things. Since I’m confident in my ability to sing, I thought it was going to be easy. And oh boy how wrong I was.
While singing in choir, we have to be sensitive enough to determine which note we are singing. Basically, you should have a good ear for notes. And because everyone was singing in each assigned notes, you will sing while unable to hear your own voice. I’ll be honest, it’s hard. And moreover, since it’s a group project and my voice range was baritone/bass, I should give up on the chance to sing by myself, because soloists are mostly sopranos and altos. Or to put it in another word, I feel like the complement in a group project.
To make things worse, while singing, my notes were all over the place.
Despite the terrible experience, I was totally happy I joined the class. Because I now unlock more about myself, what I like and what I don’t like.
I asked a friend who was in a choir group if what I experienced was normal and yes it was, but practice makes perfect. People will eventually be able to know which note to sing and sing accordingly. But I don’t think I want to do any more training to be in a choir group. It’s different from running or exercising. When I run or exercise, I exhaust myself and sometimes feel like giving up, but I keep doing it because I’m passionate about them, I like them, it makes me feel good. But this time, I just don’t feel the fire inside me.
Passion is the fuel for the soul.
Me, 2025
*notes: it goes without saying that in this context, I’m not talking about occupation. Passionate about your job is a good thing, but not everyone has the luxury to choose a job that suits their passion. I’m talking about hobby or doing anything in general.
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