Greetings from scenic,

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April 14

I feel that now, finally I see that I cannot be excellent at everything. My music, for example, cannot be deafeningly good without something else of me stagnating. But all of this is fine with me. It's only the natural extension of a problem I wrestled with a little less than a year ago: I felt inadequate in my studies, and with regard to my life theretofore I knew I had squandered some excellent potential. But now: see what I have become, and behold what is still unbloomed!

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