Unique, But Not Special
I’m up really damn early today.
There are humans out there, getting up even earlier. Pounding it harder.
The pandemic draws me to stillness. The morning hours, so peaceful, before my kids wake up, transforming the home into a crowded bounce house. This place, this mind, asks not for more noise. I’m seeking ease and calm. Time to be alone with my thoughts. This journal.
There are musicians getting up before me, and practicing. Athletes who are rising and stretching, exercising. Some of them even do it with kids, even in a pandemic. Some of them are sick, some are near death.
I’m unique, but not special.
I know all these people are out there, some in my neighborhood, many scattered across the globe. Artistic, creative, passionate people. They are unencumbered by all the things I complain about. Sure, they’ve got their own demons, their own battles, their own injustices to rail against. But they complain less than me. Some don’t whine at all.
For months, I’ve been a heartbeat away from renouncing the cloth and burning all the musical instruments in my house. I’ve crafted goodbye speeches and drawn up wills, all in my head, all in my angst.
For now, I don’t practice songs. I practice something simpler.
At the piano, I practice scales. Technique, the mere art of having my fingers touching the keys. Up and down, at a brisk pace around the circle of 5ths, back to home, back to middle C. No songs, but it’s still undeniably musical. Undeniably purposeful. Gains. No wanderings. The musical equivalent of push-ups, crunches, and jogging. Training for the moment. Conditioning for the moment. Look at all these people, pushing themselves forward. Look at the humans! I can say it with joy: I’m unique, but not special. I’m not alone!
How many of them train without knowing what it’s for?
Martial artists train for a fight that might never come. They can prepare their bodies and minds, but they know that the fight will have a host of variables beyond their control. That’s okay. The ones I admire bring a quiet sense of confidence, because they have a plan and have been trained to respond correctly.
I train now for a different world, a world not seen for generations.
We’ve been here before. We humans made it through. Look at the humans.
I’m unique, but not special.
I’m still here.
I’m here.