Effortless

While in uni, I took a “arts sampling” class that allowed me to visit museums, attend plays, and enjoy concerts around campus for credit.

During a Jazz concert, the professor of Jazz History was invited to come up. He excitedly whipped his guitar around, and you could see the beads of sweat trickle down his concentrated face. Panting, he sat back down, the main Jazz band thanked him, and then they began to play.

The difference was stark.

The band just looked like they were having fun. The swaying beat just flowed. They made it look easy. Effortless, even.

What does it take to get there?

Many would point to luck. Others to the hours of hard work.

I can’t help but wonder if they just truly found it fun.