I still remember that day clearly—the day I traded my baseball bat for a cello bow. It wasn’t an easy decision; baseball had been my thing since I was little. But something about the cello just pulled me in. At home, I found myself practicing Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 Prélude over and over. Looking back, that melody became the soundtrack to my biggest plot twist.

There I was, a 13-year-old kid, filling pages of my cramped notebook with Bach’s notes. A weird choice for a teenager, maybe. But that simple melody… it gave me a sense of peace I couldn’t explain.

In 1890, another 13-year-old, Pablo Casals, made an incredible discovery in a secondhand music shop. He found these forgotten Bach cello suites, and just like that, they became every cellist’s holy grail. Now, this journey feels like a continuation of that moment—an effort to truly understand each of these six suites.

Putting music into words is like trying to describe colors to someone who has never seen them. But there’s something in the way Bach’s notes unfold, something worth chasing. And so, the exploration continues.