Moment of Failure
There were many good prompts to choose from, some being “Describe an encounter that changed your life.” or, “Describe a moment of success.”, but I guess the prompt I can relate to the most is “Define a moment of failure”. For me this is the only topic that is easy to write about. I guess the moment of failure that I will choose to write about, is the moment I decided to not believe in myself. All I see around me is people with that light in their eyes that never ceases to fade. I see people with the dedication and self-confidence that I just wish I could possess. I see people with the courage to pursue their dreams, because they believe in themselves. I am sad to say, I didn’t have that. I think this moment of utter failure happened a few years ago, on a snowy day in February. I will never forget this day as long as I live. I was a freshman in high school. My father, brother, and sister and I had just seen a movie. We were driving home from the theatre, my dad driving and I was sitting directly behind him, in the white impala my sister now calls her car. My father had turned down the radio, and out of the blue asked, “Amanda, Anna…What do you want to do after high school?” My sister went first, describing her love for art. She went on to explain that is all she can see herself doing, before he responded it was my turn to answer. Of course, I knew the answer. “Music.” Music was my reply to the question. I wanted to be the one taking vocal lessons, and living my dream out as a singer.
I didn’t care if I was singing in coffee shops in the Big Apple, or if was singing at the Staples Center, in Los Angeles, California. I knew in that moment if I was singing I would be happy. My thoughts weren’t money, my thoughts were music. I didn’t expect to be some famous singer like Katy Perry, or Justin Bieber. My dream was to sing, to just do the only thing I could actually see myself doing.
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I didn’t care if I was singing in coffee shops in the Big Apple, or if was singing at the Staples Center, in Los Angeles, California. I knew in that moment if I was singing I would be happy. My thoughts weren’t money, my thoughts were music. I didn’t expect to be some famous singer like Katy Perry, or Justin Bieber. My dream was to sing, to just do the only thing I could actually see myself doing.
His reply, was the start of this failure, his response started the flame of