Sitting down on my bed, I placed my violin vertically in front of me, gripping the neck tightly with both hands as if I had the intention to strangle it. I felt an urge come over me to swing the violin up against the wall like a baseball bat and smash it to pieces. After two hours of practicing the same two songs over and over again with no significant improvement to me, not only did my head ache with a sharp, unbearable pain but my frustration level was definitely at its peak. What a mistake I made choosing to play the violin. What on earth was I thinking? I thought to myself as I glared viciously down at the despised instrument. It seemed as though every time I finished practicing, I was always left with the same frustrated and unsatisfied feeling that I didn't accomplish anything. What...