Questions that cannot be answered.

I sit here on the floor of my small room, clutching my iPod, with my clarinet assembled next to me. I haven't touched it in over a year. I quit the band when the uneeded stress from the director became enough. I packed it away, and it sat in the attic ever since. When I quit, I was only on the second book. I was never truly interested in band, I loved the instument, but I lacked the patience. After having the longest weekend ever. filled with tears, anger, confliction, and few moments of joy, the one thing that kept coming across my mind was the clarinet. "Go to the attic Karee! Find your old lesson book, play again. don't surrender" I kept thinking. So when the house was emerged in other actions, I snuck up to the attic. retrieved the lonely instrument, and assembled it. I felt the wood in my hand, the cold metal keys. So I licked the reed, and attempted to play. Yet no noise. I tried again, same result. Why is the instrument that called to me, rejecting me? This is something I have been pondering... I am searching for the answer. I have looked over the instrument many times, nothing is there to ail it. Why cannot one thing go right?