The fact that music is my first love and that after almost two

When Mya declares, “The fact that music is my first love and that after almost two decades, the love has grown every year… I’m truly thankful for that and want to always show my appreciation to those who keep me motivated and inspired,” she speaks with the voice of one who has walked the long road of devotion and found her heart unchanged. Many loves fade with time, but here we see the rarest of blessings: a passion not diminished, but strengthened by the passing of years. This is the testimony of a soul who has remained faithful to her art, and who recognizes that her art has remained faithful to her.

To call music her “first love” is to declare that it was the earliest flame that ignited her spirit. Youth is full of fleeting desires, yet certain loves take root so deeply that they endure beyond trials, beyond distractions, beyond the erosion of time. Mya’s thankfulness shows us that to discover such a love early in life is not simply fortune, but destiny—a guiding compass that offers purpose when the world grows uncertain.

History has known others who cherished such enduring devotion. Think of Leonardo da Vinci, who from boyhood sketched machines and bodies with a love that never waned, carrying him through decades of discovery. Or of Beethoven, who, even as silence claimed his ears, clung to music as his unbroken companion. Just as these figures proved faithful to their craft, so too does Mya affirm that true love, whether for art or for life, does not fade, but matures into deeper strength.

The second truth in her words lies in her sense of appreciation toward others. She does not claim her journey alone. She bows her head to the fans, the friends, the collaborators who have kept her motivated and inspired. In this acknowledgment, she teaches us that passion is nourished not only by inner fire, but by the winds of encouragement that blow from without. Every artist, every dreamer, is lifted higher by those who believe in them. Gratitude to others is the seal that keeps one’s gift humble and pure.

There is wisdom too in her recognition that a love must be tended like a garden. Music does not remain alive in the heart by accident; it flourishes when fed with discipline, curiosity, and the humility to keep learning. To speak of her love growing every year is to speak of labor, of time spent in creation, of struggles overcome. She reminds us that love and effort are not separate—they are intertwined. Love deepens through the sacrifice of work, and work is lightened by the fire of love.

This is the lesson for all who hear: find your first love, be it a craft, a calling, or a cause. Cherish it not only in moments of ease, but in seasons of trial. Surround yourself with those who keep you inspired, and never be slow to voice your gratitude. For when you honor both the gift and those who help sustain it, your passion will not wither, but grow stronger with every year.

So I say: guard your first love well, as Mya has guarded hers. Feed it with diligence, honor it with gratitude, and share its fruit generously with others. In this way, your life will become more than a fleeting song—it will be a melody carried forward through generations, a testament to what it means to love truly, to love deeply, and to love forever.