Today was more special than not for me. After sending my résumé around, I received a reply from an iconic design studio in Russia. It was a rejection; the work was sub-standard. I’d be lying if I told you that it wasn’t painful, but I’m not disheartened. After all, I have just completed my 1st year of university and everything is ahead of me. I need to be patient with myself and continue working with tenacity and diligence. Just like my father.
My uncle thinks that writing for the sake of writing is pointless. He may be on to something, here. This blog is nothing but a collection of memories that matter to nobody but me. However, I’d like to think that these mementos do serve a point. Sometimes, I read the things I wrote years ago, I reminisce, and I experience this wonder and get this tingly sensation, and ask myself — how did I ever learn to write like this?
Tomorrow, I’m going to catch up with my childhood friend. Again. Meeting him in the evening, will get acquainted with beer for the last time before going off to Solovki on the 16th.
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