When I was a kid I always wanted to play an instrument. I tried electric organs. Guitar. Flute. Even a harmonica.
Personally, I think some of the pets ran away from home to get away from my playing.
You have to understand, most of my family plays an instrument. Or they sing beautifully. Or they write music. My girl plays two instruments. Some people are just born with talent.
Then there's me. I can't carry a tune. Or hum straight. In fact, I am probably the only person who has ever passed chorus by mouthing the music.
I was not always this calm about it. In fact, I was angry. Sad. Miserable.
Then eventually I moved on. Because I did realize wanting it, didn't mean I deserved it. If you wanna know, I didn't really enjoy practicing. I think I loved the idea of playing, but not so much the work behind it. If you noticed, I tried a lot of instruments but didn't stick with any of them.
I still appreciate music. I was deeply upset when my mp3 player died and, by the way, my playlists consist of everything from classical to rap. My characters have soundtracks. I love going to musicals and live performances.
But in my heart, I know I'll never be a muscian of any level. And I'm fine with that.