Wednesday
...the mist will clear one day, and the path laid true.
Pardon me if my entry doesn't make sense. I just need an outlet to release the excess pressure within.
After three days in NAFA as a full time student, I realise that the requirements are very much different from the access course. Those fears and worries that were embedded and stowed away from the frontal lobes of my brain resurfaced and totally drowned me out. Everything seems so fragile. It was as though the slightest touch would make this reality crumble before me.
While picking through the day's practice precariously, a million questions flooded me. Half of which questioned my ability to make it through this journey, the other questioned my
apprehensiveness towards this journey. It has been my choice, I have no regrets. But I feel fear.
Acquaintances might commend of my bravery to embark on a path that is shrouded in mist. Yet
what I feel deep down is admiration for the strength of those who are able to persevere with something that does not lie within the path they want to take.
Views from the outside and inside might defer greatly. When viewing from the exterior, music students might seem to be the elites. Yet within the school, there is a major difference between the creme de corp, and those at the bottom of the barrel.
Can I catch up? Can I overcome my physical hurdles? Can I get by these mental barriers? Can I establish control over my skills? Can I improve on my skills? Questions like these keep appearing one after another. I feel I might go crazy soon. The only way is to keep faith, and not think about it.
Am I feeling worried because I am a music student? Or am I a music student
because I feel worried?
Whichever it is, I cannot forgo my duty to improve and get beyond my limitations, for the mist will clear one day, and the path laid true.