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The Truth about Music

Arshya Prinja

    Do I truly love music for what it is, or is it simply because I have always excelled at it, or maybe because I believed I did? This question has plagued me day after day for many years, eating away at me from within. I can’t help but wonder if my talent is even genuine or if I only perceive it as such because I have been surrounded by amateur musicians all my life.
    In my pursuit of a music career, I have relentlessly tried out for numerous music production companies, aiming to showcase my professionally trained skills across more than eleven instruments. I have sent them countless emails, anxiously waiting for a response around the clock. Yet, each time I am reminded of my relatives’ voices echoing in my mind: ‘Peter, why would you choose music as a career? Do you want to go hungry? Listen to our advice and focus on science in high school.’ Twelve years have passed since then, and as a child, I had dreamed of becoming a musician and bringing joy to people’s ears through my music. I worked hard, earned my own money, and gained admission to a renowned music university in London. However, as I grew older and became aware of the immense competition in this field, I started feeling insecure in the presence of thousands of immensely skilled and naturally gifted individuals.
    Years went by, yielding no tangible results. Doubt and self-questioning consumed me more with each passing day, week, month, and year. I pondered over what music truly meant to me and what I meant to myself. Then, one fateful day, it struck me. It wasn’t the production companies’ lack of interest in my music that held me back; it was my own self-doubts and fears. That realization compelled me to find a way to love music for what it is, regardless of whether I measured up to others’ standards or faced unjust judgments from the industry. That very night, I made the decision to take a break from striving to make it big and distance myself from the worry of being judged for my musical talents.
    Instead, I focused on understanding why music brings me such profound joy in the first place—the allure, the beauty, its ability to communicate without words. Music has always been my passion and unwavering companion through life’s most challenging moments. It has never judged me for anything other than my love for creating something exquisite out of mere sound waves. So, when people ask me why I hold such deep affection for music—whether it stems from my talent or its intrinsic qualities—my answer is simple: because it makes me happy. And ultimately, isn’t that what truly matters?
    Someone once said that sometimes we need to prioritize ourselves, our desires, rather than succumbing to the expectations of others. As an adult, I have reached a level of maturity where I understand that great accomplishments don’t happen overnight. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all. I simply have to put in the work and remain steadfast in my pursuit of success.

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