One of the most important things that we love in this lifetime is music. It touches our lives in so many different ways. We expressed ourselves through different music from different situations that's happening to us. Some people use music to be their voice when they can't speak or rather chooses not to. They draw on to music when they feel love or betrayed; when they lose hope or feeling victorious; when they realize their dreams had came through or when they fall. Sharing music to others, letting them know what we feel; especially, sharing it with the people who really matters to us.

Sometimes, it can be the only thing that we can hear when everything seems to be lost…

When I was a kid, my mother forced me to have piano lesson for the summer vacation. I was nine years old. Every afternoon, I have to walk a mile just to attend my piano lessons at my teacher's house. I am not her only student; there is this other girl my age, though, she is taking voice lessons. I didn't know her then. She was from another town. Every week days, it is the same routine. Me, patiently waiting at their receiving area while the other girl finishes her lessons. We just say hi to one another then, for we were never introduced.

One day, her mother didn't come for her after her lessons. Our teacher, thinking, she just did some errands and would probably fetch her after wards let her stay for a while to wait for her mom. But after my two-hour lesson ended, she was still there, outside the house. Our teacher tried calling at their house but no one's answering the phone. I didn't know how she got home that night.

After that incident, she did not attend her voice lesson for two weeks. Our teacher never told me why. Until finally, she showed up one afternoon, before my lesson began. I didn't mean to overhear some of her explanations, but one thing is clear though, her mom left them.

She continued her lessons, and she is getting better and better as the day goes. She never again skipped classes and followed everything our teacher taught her. From breathing techniques, to poise and discipline, to regaining confidence that was temporarily lost, she absorbed it all. She even asked for extra lessons on weekends just to make up for her absences, which our teacher happily obliged. She never let her personal problems get in the way of her one true passion, which is singing. She was very young then, but she already knew what she wants in her life. She used that problem of hers as her inspiration, her driving force. She can also show deeper emotions when she sing. I sometimes play the piano to accompany her when she sings. We became friends after that.

When school resumed that year, we were still checking on to one another. She joined singing contests at her school, doesn't matter if she wins or loses.

Anyone, even the most troubled people, can still be productive in their own little way, when they set their hearts into it. A talent, or a passion it may be, we have to nurture it and cherish it, for it may be the one that can save us, from ourselves.