Three months ago, I stopped practicing my piano. I played nearly daily for over three years, but it’s over now. It looks like my brain cannot learn this instrument, which makes me sad. Since I stopped the lessons, I only sat once at the piano to play for myself. So why did I stop? And what is the issue with it? And what does it imply for me?

With one additional step, I reached the border of a small clearing. The sun shines and lights up the moss growing in the showy region of the border, while in the middle, the grass stands tall.

I don’t have much of a system. My general usage pattern is never quitting apps and seldom closing windows. I navigate via CMD-Tab to the applications I need to go to. Most apps that are not actively used will be hidden (CMD-H). What little of a system I have, I can summarise it in one word: chaos.

Inspired by the comment by @Miraz. I like reading about foreign politics from people actually living it as compared to reading about it in a newspaper (from my country).

As I walk through the city, the sun rises over the ruins of an old skyscraper. I reach the small park where my assignment is today. Three mature trees greet me, but I first focus on the young pine tree on the left side of the park. It lost most of its remaining leaves since my last visit. “Come on, little buddy, you can make it,” I say to it. “I brought the special medicine I told you about last week.” I pour a whole bottle of a special fertilizer around the tree. I hope it will save this little tree. “Now drink it and get better; I will try to revisit you soon,” I say to it. And move on to the adult trees.

“Duck, “I yell, panting, not a moment too early as the searchlight beam travels over us. “Did they see us? “No, I think we were lucky; let’s go, “I say.

📚 I had a strange reading year; at times, I was not reading. This was possibly caused by reading more nonfiction this year than fiction.

I got a question from pratik on how I make my entries appear like this in the Micro.blog timeline:

“Beep!”

“Beeep!”

“Ahhh!”

“Hello, who are you?” asked into the empty air.

This week, I was working on my notes again after ignoring them for most of the second half of this year. And I asked myself why I spent so much time on this.