There is a passage in a piece I have struggled with for most of my playing life. For years I fought it. I drilled it slowly, then fast, then angry, then desperate. The harder I fought the tighter my hand became, until the very tension I was fighting had taken up residence in my forearm. Krishnamurti put it in five words: the thing you fight, you become.

Reference: "Krishnamurti, The Book of Life"

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