I don't really know what playing is. There's a way to do it correctly, but it eludes me. I think getting in front of an audience is definitely a good way to focus in on the real dimension of the activity, the most important dimension.
You say you are not happy in the Mission. That, in itself, is not a sign that God does not want you there. Perfect contentment is never to be found, in whatever place and condition one may be. This life is full of annoyances and troubles both of mind and of body; it is a state of continual agitation, which snatches peace of mind from those who think they possess it and eludes those who seek it. Did Our Lord lead an easy life?
I do also think it eludes genre a bit - not in any groundbreaking way but you can't quite call it a comedy and you can't quite call it a romantic anything. It's not quite a drama either really. But it has elements of all those things.
Love is always changing and, unless we stay aware and change with it, it eludes us.
The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.
Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
If you chase something too desperately, it eludes you.
Kids chase the love that eludes them.
Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.
The search for truth can be compared to a cat chasing her tail: frantic in her pursuit, her quarry nevetheless eludes her; despite the fact that all the world can see it's right there, it remains just beyond her reach. It cannot be possessed because, paradoxically, it is already part of her.
All that is best for us comes of itself into our hands-but if we strive to overtake it, it perpetually eludes us.
The present offers itself to our touch for only an instant of time and then eludes the senses.
The contour eludes me.
Happiness eludes us if we run after it.
schools for love do not exist. everyone assumes that we will know how to love instinctively. despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, we still accept that the family is the primary school for love. those of us who do not learn how to love among family are expected to experience love in romantic relationships. however this love often eludes us.
Although computer-generated artificial intelligence eludes us, artificial stupidity has been perfected.
Do not stop trying just because perfection eludes you.
Truth, which is permanent, eludes the historian of events. Truth transcends history.
You can go to the moon or walk under the sea, or anything else you like, but painting remains painting because it eludes such investigation. It remains there like a question. And it alone gives the answer.
What is the student but a lover courting a fickle mistress who ever eludes his grasp?
