House of great men

Great men built that house, brick by brick, by blood, sweat and tears.

A thug is taking it apart, brick by brick, with nothing but a smirk on his face.


Requiem for pride

A royal family in Bavaria once threw a ball in their palace in honor of the region’s artists. Every Bavarian whose name was worth remembering was invited for an evening of dancing and feasting as a guest of the Duke and the Duchess.

As it was a grand occasion, every person on the guest list had dressed in the best attire that they could lay their hands on. Men and women alike scurried to the best tailors in town to get their costumes in time for the ball.

On the evening of the ball, as the guests were arriving at the palace in their stylish carriages, a young man with a scrawny beard and rag tag clothes appeared too. It seemed as if some tramp had come to gatecrash the royal family’s party. However, as it happened, the young man was a music artist and was also an invitee. But thinking that his appearance would be insulting to the other guests, he was politely told to leave by the stewards.

The young artist, who was known by the name of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, raised his voice and said, “You people don’t like my appearance? Well, I don’t care what you think because you do not matter” and walked.

Conductors, both past and present, agree on the fact that Mozart was the greatest musical genius of all time. At one moment, he could be playing a game of cards with someone and the next moment, he could compose a symphony in his mind. But there was a time in the life of even such a genius like Mozart that he was not welcome to the gatherings of the so-called well respected people.

The point is, faith in your talent is not arrogance. This cocksureness is a necessity if you wish to leave a legacy behind for generations to remember you. The best cure? Ignore the perceptions of others.

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