The universe wants me to figure out with musical perfectionism. I have this phrase all day long in my thoughts. Why? For what reason? God knows! But the will of the universe should be respected, and therefore I begin...
Oh, this perfectionism! How many nerves he spoiled those who can not live at full strength. I want to write a cool resume and get a dream job - but in the end, the resume is thrown in the middle, because it seems to be not ideal, and you continue to work in a boring company.
I want to learn how to dance bachatu and participate in parties - but in the end you run out of the dance school after the first two classes, because it doesn’t work as well as that of the coaches. “So what,” you think, “I will watch dance competitions at home on TV, I don’t have to spend money on costumes.”
You start to write a music track - and you throw, in despair, after trying a dozen variants of composition and arrangement.
Oh, this perfectionism! How many nerves he spoiled those who can not live at full strength. I want to write a cool resume and get a dream job - but in the end, the resume is thrown in the middle, because it seems to be not ideal, and you continue to work in a boring company.
I want to learn how to dance bachatu and participate in parties - but in the end you run out of the dance school after the first two classes, because it doesn’t work as well as that of the coaches. “So what,” you think, “I will watch dance competitions at home on TV, I don’t have to spend money on costumes.”
You start to write a music track - and you throw, in despair, after trying a dozen variants of composition and arrangement.