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I got a message from my composing group:
"Hey guys, did you already get a reply-letter from the competition?"
A year passed and the same competition was held once more.
This time I would have the experience of last year and knew to start earlier.
I learned from my biggest mistake so deeply in fact that I started a whole whopping 20 days earlier (Hey! That's an impressive 200% increase from the original 10 days...)!
"Hm, maybe I should give up?"
And so I started composing! I had a compelling idea for the piece and got to work.
And yet It was so hard.
I was about to give up. After all, all these cards were stacked against me, right?
I chose an idea that was once more too big for me.
I thought that I had no one or nothing to work for.
Except, my music prof was rooting for me by exchanging mails with me, sharing his opinion and giving advice.
So I pulled through regardless because I didn't want to have his time wasted and because maybe there is going to be a future me. A me who is going to appreciate what I did for him. A me who can be more happy.
While I can't delve into every detail, over the last two days before the deadline, I managed to submit my work just five minutes before it after having been tinkering relentlessly for forty consecutive hours.
Devoid of any sleep.
Finally bringing a sense of completion to my quest.
No matter the outcome
I went to the mailbox in indifference. A letter had the symbol of the organization I composed the piece for. I ripped the envelope open. I thought I knew the result, so why?
I started reading.
It was the result I knew it would be.
No,
It was the result I had dreamt of.
"Hey guys, did you already get a reply-letter from the competition?"
A year passed and the same competition was held once more.
This time I would have the experience of last year and knew to start earlier.
I learned from my biggest mistake so deeply in fact that I started a whole whopping 20 days earlier (Hey! That's an impressive 200% increase from the original 10 days...)!
"Hm, maybe I should give up?"
And so I started composing! I had a compelling idea for the piece and got to work.
And yet It was so hard.
I was about to give up. After all, all these cards were stacked against me, right?
I chose an idea that was once more too big for me.
I thought that I had no one or nothing to work for.
Except, my music prof was rooting for me by exchanging mails with me, sharing his opinion and giving advice.
So I pulled through regardless because I didn't want to have his time wasted and because maybe there is going to be a future me. A me who is going to appreciate what I did for him. A me who can be more happy.
While I can't delve into every detail, over the last two days before the deadline, I managed to submit my work just five minutes before it after having been tinkering relentlessly for forty consecutive hours.
Devoid of any sleep.
Finally bringing a sense of completion to my quest.
No matter the outcome
I went to the mailbox in indifference. A letter had the symbol of the organization I composed the piece for. I ripped the envelope open. I thought I knew the result, so why?
I started reading.
No,
It was the result I had dreamt of.