What A Joy Is Learning

After my school, student’s years I’ve raised myself to be my own teacher. 

Oh, what a joy is learning and it still is. To take your time to learn without being oppressed as a horse to run faster and faster.

I could learn and would like to learn even all the subjects what I did not like before and I could master the exercises without having recourse to formulas and learning by heart now. 

I would remember it, master it for as long as life if only I have the time to learn it. I think, If Gershwin could compose a song within a minute; I gladly would do it in a year and be content with less.

“Don’t be greedy” I warned myself, “ unless you want to spoil the joy of learning. Take one or two at a time not a lot at the same time.”

Without a teacher have I learned myself to run the marathon, to improve my voice and those of my choir members of age, how to conduct, to provide myself with my own studies in harmony, to furnish my own analyses of a Volley Ball match, to be a volley Ball coach, … 

I never could be a good student of a teacher, of a professor, never be a good disciple of a great spiritual teacher or spiritual leader, in order perhaps that I could enjoy learning, have my self esteem and be myself.

I’m grateful God created me thus.