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Yes, I'm still alive... but terribly behind in all of cyberworld.

Tonight - I feel bad about these past two days... and some other days... and my whole 12 years of piano practice.  It's not a good thing to be feeling. I can't and shouldn't dwell on failures - that's not Christlike.

Philippians 3:14 (New American Standard Bible)
I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.
Not the perfect verse to use in my situation, but I think it at least hints, we (or rather "I") don't stop just because we've (I've) lost... and have messed up a lot.  I keep going and trying my best.

I don't write poems... but, at certain times - I do. <--- blatant oxy-moron

Here's an extremely rough draft (as in written in less than an hour) of my thoughts now:

T’was my last year to attain the accolade.
Over and over my skill was tried.
All the pain of past months were culminated.
My high aspirations were defied.

Week after week - I sat waiting in distress.
With care I toiled to better my work.
But failing; I did lose to the best.
Still doubting, I pressed forward; I would not shirk.

There is never failure ...
never failure ...
never failure ...
except in ...
no longer trying.
I won’t ever back down ...
ever back down ...
ever back down ...
just because ...
only then am I wise.
I can not be crying ...
be crying ...
be crying ...
forever ...
in my self-pity.
Gotta keep trying ...
keep trying …
keep trying ...
until I …
finally get the prize.

Gotta keep trying, until I get the prize.


Success is not in winning,
but in learning from
each failure you have
without any loss of
fiery passion.


(This is an inspiration from Elbert Hubbard and Winston Churchill's awesome quotes.)

Don't write stuff before Daylight Savings Time begins... bad bad bad for you... :P (at least it is for me - I know, I just made a fool of myself posting the above).
~CJ

Comments

  1. India EdithMarch 12, 2011 at 10:57 PM

    No, Tori, you didn't make a fool of yourself. That was quite beautiful :) *hugs*

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  2. MacMeisterMarch 14, 2011 at 10:47 AM

    That's very creative! I like it :-)

    Sorry you didn't win - but glad you're striving for the right perspective!

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  3. Caravyn JazminMarch 23, 2011 at 12:35 PM

    Thanks Indi *hugs back*

    Mac - thanks! Don't be sorry, it's good for me :) .

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