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oh, to live in an elegant old castle with a grand piano one could play late into the night

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yknow theres a lot of pressure to be successful, particularly on artsy kids whose professions are seen as useless unless theyre famous, but life is fucking hard and sometimes things dont turn out

but i think thats not bad. my dad has wanted to be a musician forever, and hes rly pretty good. but then he joined the military to get away from an abusive family, and then he got married, and then he got divorced, and a lot of horrible shit HAPPENED. he has ptsd and severe anxiety and he could never really get back on the horse. and he never made it as a musician, and now hes 53

but i grew up in a house full of instruments, and he can play all of them, and some of my earliest memories are of him playing guitar on the front porch and me thinking there wasnt a better musician in the world. so. even if you dont get to the stars, exactly, what you do isnt worthless. its not a waste of time if life is difficult and you cant make it, or if you arent famous, or if your work doesn’t influence thousands of people. it will influence someone

there are a million ways to be happy and a million ways to be a successful artist. we create what we do to enhance the human experience and relate to each other and improve ourselves. theres something to be said for just doing that,,,for the sake of doing it, yknow

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This is the most comforting, warm and important piece of text I have ever read, and it is so true. No life is wasted that is spent sharing and loving.

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The Virgin of The Apocalypse with Saint Catherine and Saint Barbara, The Cloisters

The Cloisters Collection, 1957 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Wool warp; wool wefts

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/468540

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*notices self doing a Virgin Slouch, consciously adjusts tailbone, spine and shoulder blades to achieve healthy Chad Posture*

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some of yall have never dropped a folder with 60+ pieces in it all over the band hall and it really shows

how it's meant to work: the fencers salute the referee at the beginning of the bout as a sign of respect

how it actually works: the fencers lock steely eye contact with you, an innocent bystander, and salute, so now you are the ref

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Life lessons that Fencing and Kendo have taught me (that I should appreciate and contemplate more often):

Adapt, adapt, adapt; never choose a fixed method of accomplishing a goal. Having a foundation for the theory of cause and effect for each tactic is essential, so when countered/blocked by one’s opponent/obstacle, stubborn resistance either leads to entrapment or wasted energy that could be better spent searching for alternate openings instead.

Abandon the ego; just as fixed methods are self sabotaging, a fixed conception of oneself and one’s fighting style is deleterious as well. Only by abandoning the ego can one begin to understand and accurately predict the logic, rhythm, and patterns of one’s opponent, absent of preconceptions that do nothing but serve as distractions. Moreover, overestimating one’s ability will only lead to defeat.

Failure is imminent; calmly accept a missed opportunity or countered attack, understanding that this is a natural risk of engagement. Study why/how the failure occurred, in order to better meet such an opportunity again. Agonizing over such failures serves no other purpose than to ensure that it occurs again, perhaps even catastrophically.

Always take the initiative; there is a greater probability of success from attacking first than from doing nothing. Better to attack first and improvise a counter attack than to constantly be on the defensive, which only reduces one’s opportunities of success. By taking the initiative and setting the tone, one is in control of the fight, and one’s opponent must dance to one’s rhythm instead.

Practice simplicity; theatrics are no indication of skill and lead only to wasted energy and decreased endurance and stamina. Simplicity, accuracy, and precision are far more effective.

Composure is everything; feelings of despair or rage only distorts one’s perception of reality, reducing one’s adaptive ability due to decreased rational thought, thereby also reducing one’s predictive power. Such feelings arise from the ego, and as stated before, must be abandoned, because they also reveal much to the opponent, increasing their advantage.

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-opens Etude book- *sighs* -closes Etude book-

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by Emily Dickinson

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I was looking for a specific picture and got hit by all the nostalgia and aesthetic of this year and I’ve been really enjoying all the traveling I’ve been able to experience with people I love and see so many things

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Neptune was one of the first pieces of orchestral music to have a fade-out ending, although several composers (including Joseph Haydn in the finale of his Farewell Symphony) had achieved a similar effect by different means. Holst stipulates that the women’s choruses are “to be placed in an adjoining room, the door of which is to be left open until the last bar of the piece, when it is to be slowly and silently closed”, and that the final bar (scored for choruses alone) is “to be repeated until the sound is lost in the distance”. Although commonplace today, the effect bewitched audiences in the era before widespread recorded sound—after the initial 1918 run-through, Holst’s daughter Imogen (in addition to watching the charwomen dancing in the aisles during Jupiter) remarked that the ending was “unforgettable, with its hidden chorus of women’s voices growing fainter and fainter… until the imagination knew no difference between sound and silence”.

His daughter Imogen recalled, “He hated incomplete performances of The Planets, though on several occasions he had to agree to conduct three or four movements at Queen’s Hall concerts. He particularly disliked having to finish with Jupiter, to make a ‘happy ending’, for, as he himself said, ‘in the real world the end is not happy at all’”.

—Wikipedia on Gustav Holst’s The Planets