I am content as I sit and strum the soft nylon strings of my favorite instrument.
My mind wonders as I play the same song over, and over in order to master it.
I travel into another world, while my hands are on auto pilot.
I travel into the past, present, and future.
It's like your favorite movie where your memories are something you find yourself watching over and over, and never growing tired.
But I soon zone back into the world, back into reality, and realize that I haven't learned enough.
In fact I have only scratched the surface.
My fingers sting from all of the friction, but in the best of ways.
I imagine that I am the only person in the world and that everyone around me doesn't exist.
They seem to fade away off into the distance until they simply dissapear from my sight.
So then I tune in and begin to play with all of my might.