The easy bars are not practice.
They are a lap you already own.
You play them to feel good.
You play them to avoid the two seconds that hurt.
The song does not live in the parts you can play.
It lives in the bar that trips you.
The change too fast for your hand.
The stretch just past your reach.
The turn you fumble every single time.
That bar is not the obstacle.
That bar is the lesson.
We hide from it.
We start from the top.
We roll gloud and confident into the wall,
then start from the top again.
The wall never moves.
Because we never stand in front of it long enough to learn it.
Slow it down.
Not the song.
The bar.
Play it at half speed until it is boring.
Boring means your hand knows it now.
Boring is the sound of a wall becoming a floor.
Then the next bar.
Then the seam between them,
because the seam is its own small wall.
Nobody claps for scales.
But the applause you want later
is built entirely out of the parts nobody heard.
The audience hears the whole.
You earn the whole one broken bar at a time.
This is the same everywhere.
The code you avoid.
The chapter you skip.
The conversation you keep postponing.
Growth hides in the exact spot you flinch.
So find your hardest bar today.
Not the song.
The bar.
Stand in front of the wall
until it is quietly, boringly yours.
Then it is not a wall.
It is the part you can play.
– Serguey Asael Shinder
