Gordonated

Otherways

I tried almost everything boys would love. From skateboarding to Counter Strike. But unlike all my friends, who I seriously consider hero’s in their respective ‘playnation’, I was never good at any of those. I secretly envy those kids in the cyber cafe who could head–shot a rival easily, likewise, I also envy those skateboarding and BMX dudes that could go up the ramp easily. Talking about a deprived childhood, I bought a custom–made BMX, costing RM800, sadly stolen along with my Mountain Bike a week before. I really loved my BMX. It was seriously customed and handmade by this friend of mine working in a bicycle shop. I still remember the Haro forks & wheels, GT body–frame & rims, Alligator grips, Oddesy handlebars and pegs.

I tried basketball, I didn’t even dare roll past an opponent. Didn’t even score a goal for this tournament that I joined back in good–old–form–two. Football, ah, count me in. I realized that I couldn’t be George Best due to my glasses. From Starcraft to Counter–Strike, Warcraft and Fifa, I didn’t suceed.

Along came the amazing guitar. Something at least I could have a proper instrument to express myself. Never stop playing since I started back then. Everyday, it just gets better and better. A simple riff from any guitar magazine opens doors to hundreds of possible riffs and licks. Guitar stunts are also of interest. I wish somebody would lend me a guitar to burn onstage, I would! (Gotcha) It’s not that you need to be Jimmy Page when you aim high or have skyscrapping hopes. I know musicians who simply play around in their bedroom that are very impressive; better than full time musicians even.
I seriously love to hear people blabber about their hobbies. They unknowingly inspire me to explore areas that I might have missed. Maybe technology or convenience has spoilt us of this. People don’t seem to bother.
But my point here is that in looking for a deeper meaning for life and inspiration, deprivity in being skeptic about other possibilities of living life is of pity. Surely, it is not easy looking out for something more than daily routines in life but these things bring little rewards that made live more meaningful to be lived with. Jesus was a pretty good carpenter I believe. Peter must have been a skillful fisherman before he started ‘fishing man’.

When I was a young chap, my dad told me, “Son, whatever you do ,give your best shot. Nevermind the rewards.”