"While My Guitar Gently Weeps"

The majors and minors have always haunted me in my dreams. The lust for music has only become a dream for me. Whenever I play a chord in my guitar,I have a determination (doubtful) of mastering the instrument one day. Years have passed since I bought my guitar for couple of thousand bucks. Still I am working on my C minor. Over this time, I have understood that having a guitar (or any other thing of interest in that case) does not make you a guitarist. Being a great fan of good music has always tickled me in playing many instruments. But it's always like "Jack of all and master of none". First arise interest in many things out of haste, and slowly lose them, this is what really happens.

When I see my guitar lying on a small space between the bed and the wall, I feel I had done injustice to it. I bought the guitar with the determination of practising it till perfection. Playing good seems a long way, perfection is out of sight. The enthusiasm of playing the guitar has faded away through course of time. When I listen to some of my favourite tracks, I hold the guitar and try to give it false impressions of playing it. That time I feel nutcracked, I still cannot play the C minor. Had I have a real interest in playing guitar, I would have, at least till now, performed with a band (in the institute). But should I say it the lack of ability or interest, i only end up playing small scribbles of tabulatures (that doesn't contain C minor), and my guitar gently weeps.