(A story of taking action too late, and that too much action-faking/no action at all can and will most likely mess you up)
I went into the kitchen today and ate cereal. I was walking in a circle and noticed a letter lying on the kitchen table.
"It's december,
I've been wanting to compose a piece for a huge national music composition competition. I knew of it long ago, but I only started on the 22th of this month. The deadline is on the 5th of January and I am slowly losing my mind"
During december I was working on a music piece for instruments that I'm not even sure I have even all seen in real life before.
I wanted to start way earlier. In fact, I actually wanted to write 2-3 pieces, but the time was closing in on me so I only barely had time for 1. I had only 2 weeks left. I was working everyday for hours. I'd wake up, not even eating, go to the basement and compose for hours, with a calendar reminding me that I should have started 1-2 months earlier.
I honestly had no clue about the instruments I was writing for. I'm a pianist, not a string or woodwind player.
I also had no time to research about them. I was purely relying on intuition and foolish hope.
The days before I started, I'd be whining about minor inconviniences. Now I was taking daily naps due to exhaustion, each day.
I would continue like this for the next 10 days. Even working on new year's eve.
And at that time, new year's eve, I realized that I would need luck - luck I didn't even deserve - to win.
Mentally and physically uncared for, I finished in a distressed manner and tried to forget what happened.
I went to the letter in excitement and fear. It had the symbol of the organization I composed a piece for. I took it out of the envelope. I was scared.
I started reading.
It was the result I knew it would be.
I went into the kitchen today and ate cereal. I was walking in a circle and noticed a letter lying on the kitchen table.
"It's december,
I've been wanting to compose a piece for a huge national music composition competition. I knew of it long ago, but I only started on the 22th of this month. The deadline is on the 5th of January and I am slowly losing my mind"
During december I was working on a music piece for instruments that I'm not even sure I have even all seen in real life before.
I wanted to start way earlier. In fact, I actually wanted to write 2-3 pieces, but the time was closing in on me so I only barely had time for 1. I had only 2 weeks left. I was working everyday for hours. I'd wake up, not even eating, go to the basement and compose for hours, with a calendar reminding me that I should have started 1-2 months earlier.
I honestly had no clue about the instruments I was writing for. I'm a pianist, not a string or woodwind player.
I also had no time to research about them. I was purely relying on intuition and foolish hope.
The days before I started, I'd be whining about minor inconviniences. Now I was taking daily naps due to exhaustion, each day.
I would continue like this for the next 10 days. Even working on new year's eve.
And at that time, new year's eve, I realized that I would need luck - luck I didn't even deserve - to win.
Mentally and physically uncared for, I finished in a distressed manner and tried to forget what happened.
I went to the letter in excitement and fear. It had the symbol of the organization I composed a piece for. I took it out of the envelope. I was scared.
I started reading.
It was the result I knew it would be.
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