Today, I played the Taishōgoto (a Japanese flat-laid string instrument) with a group of sweet and spirited seniors. These dear friends have gathered once a week throughout the year to prepare for this concert.
Some can barely see the music sheets. Many can hardly hear. And yet—we played together with incredible rhythm, tempo, and joy.
A few groups came together for the event, dressed in vibrant floral tops and matching brooches. The colors were eye-catching, and the energy was even brighter.
What I noticed is this: young or old, we’re not that different. The way we talk, joke, express irritation, share snacks, and show kindness—it all feels the same.
When our performance didn’t go exactly as rehearsed, we felt frustrated. Some of the elderly members said they must have forgotten things… but honestly, so did I.
Are we growing older or younger? I’m not quite sure. Some of the elderly ladies were so cute—like playful little children. Their reactions brought me so much joy.
I’m truly grateful to be part of this Taishōgoto circle.