Of passion and ambition

Passion: Music
Ambition: Accountant

I wish it is going to be this easy to put the jargons. Music vs Accountancy.
I had a row with mom this afternoon about how not important music is to me and how important accountancy is compared to music. She wanted me to drop music because it was expensive. She admitted that she had killed many of her desires along the way but she forgot something.

"I am not who you are by killing your own passions, leaving you with an empty shell."

Later tonight, I had just another row with granny about the exact same thing. All she said when I told her accounting is difficult and (I might have to take up Law or Music Studies) was, "then who on earth asks you to pursue accountancy?" I volleyed, "Then what do you want me to do? Sit and rot at home? Pursue science again? Be a mathematician? Be a scientist? Everything is difficult. So what now? I sit at home, that's it, right?" and she was silenced. She accepted my point.

Aruna asked me what do I think about this jargon and my reply was offensive, "I'd battle through. I know this is not a lost cause."

If at all I do not have music in my life as my passion, I think I'd be mentally deaf and dead. I know I am being unrealistic here but I am serious. Without music, my life ends there. Even now, as I am typing each letter, I hear the sweet melody of my new piece my tutor has taught me to play.

Sounds of Bells.

Sweet high treble notes opening the curtain full of wonders. Beautiful and lively rhythm accompanied by a few portamento and acciacatura. Then, in the middle of the wonders, another swish of wonder comes by and then - this was by ear and peripheral vision and I forgot this part of the melody because the key signature has been modulated. Then, I am lost in the sweet wonders, hanging there.

Supplicanti parce, Deus.
-I am a dreamer, and a fighter.