Every person is talented and gifted at something. It might be athletic, portrayal, playing a musical instrument, or writing. Some people determine this almost suddenly, while others do not grasp it at all. Whichever way, everyone is talented at something. But what is worse than finding out you are talented at something, even if at a late time in your life? However big or small it may be, the saddest thing in life is wasted talent.
I learnt my talent, accidentally, I should say, when I was 14 years old.
And I am constantly being reminded to never let it go to waste. My grandmother always told me I started singing before I could chat.
I would always laugh it off and blame it on the television shows I used to watch. My mom would shake her head and argue that it was not television shows, that I had natural talent. As far as I can remember, music has been a main factor of my youthful.
In fact, music is really the only thing I can brightly remember of my childhood.
I always told my grandmother that every memory I can recall has its own song to go with it, and that I could make a recording to my childhood if I could. It sounds dramatic, but its true.
We would always have the radio on full blast at home, the car, outside and without hesitation, I always sang along. The only time I would really tie out, though, was when nobody was around. I never paid any attention to how I sounded, in fact I didnt even know I had a good voice, I was just like any other little girl singing in front of the mirror with a hairbrush as a microphone and a dream. Not one person knew of this dream of mine, or knows the talent I possessed, until one day. It was a weekend, my mother and I had just finished cleaning the house, as usual. She told me she was going to the grocery store, so I hopped into the run-down shower in our too-small bathroom. Before getting in, of course, I popped in my favourite CD: Celine Dion Everything. I thought I was alone I started to sing to every track that played, as I live the bathroom, I continued to hum at myself while busy dressing.
As I left my room to the sitting room, my grandmother smiled at me as a grab a seat. She asked why you didnt tell us you have such a great voice, you have a brilliant gift youre talented she added. I was a little bit shy. My grandmother said I should write my on song and sing to people at school and at church more often. My grandmother told me, as I go for what I want, I will go far with singing. She also said something I will never forget the saddest thing in life is wasted talent.