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Ever watch a movie called Amadeus? Basically its a story of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s life and his relationship with another composer named Salieri. Anyway the part I’d like to draw your attention to is when Salieri is looking over some of Mozart’s work and instantly recognizes how amazing it is etc. He says that God has cursed him with the ability to recognize beauty/talent what have you and yet deny him the ability to create the same things.
I think I’ve got that same curse. I look around and see all kinds of great things and say, “Golly gee, that’s some good stuff.” And, “I sure wish I could do that.” I could probably even envision something in my mind clear as day and what comes out is no where near what you picture. I can see a great picture or read a great story and can only wonder why I can’t do that. Unlike Salieri in the movie though, I do appreciate the fact that it takes a great talent to do some of the things I can only hope to even dream of doing and I also appreciate the fact that its wonderful that there are people that can do those things cuz it would be a pretty boring place without them.
It’d just be a much better place if I could do that stuff too. =)
-v- out.
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Okay first of all – you gots talent, boyo. You’re smart, funny, and creative, not to mention that I can say with some authority that you can do a mean grapevine.
Second, I was really hoping that second link would point to my site. Oh well. Guess I don’t mind being behind MiM/DD.
I know I am impressed by the work you do. I have made referance to it in one or two of my posts before.
You can do it!!!!!!
No, he cannot. Only three or four in a hundred million can do it.
There is a difference between being good and being superlative. Salieri was a good composer, obviously, he wrote some good pieces and he was a talented guy. A lot of people are good and talented, and more’s the better. But by definition very very few are superlative. He’s fine, he’s good, but http://www.plasma-archer.com is not Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Much of maturity is in knowing, recognising, and making peace with your limits. Much of immaturity, and being 15 years old, is being convinced that you are the next Mozart.
Watch the film…
In a very direct somewhat harsh manner Stimford agrees with my post, but man the brutality hurts.
It’s good to know that at least someone somewhere can agree with me once in a while it’s just too bad it has to be this particular truth.
P.S. To the others that posted before Stim: Thanks for the shameless ego boosting! You know I like it!
Sounds like a good movie.
* strays off subject *
I like hamburgers, too.