I see the hours stretching ahead, sometimes hurrying, sometimes slowing down, falling beyond and behind... Still, I know their aim is to reach destination and this signals the end, the end of time and life, the end of the journey, the end of fear, of worries, I know they can be friends, I know they can be enemies, and yet, my hours have promised to be kind with me on my way, I get to sleep every night in the belief it w...
I read somewhere that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become good at something. I would respectfully suggest that “good” is relative. I doubt that I have that many hours of practice on any musical instrument, including piccolo and flute, which I played professionally for four years as a Navy musician. After four years of playing several hours each day, was I good? Yes. Was I a world-class musician? Not by a long shot...
