Finishing something that you really worked hard to create has its own feeling of euphoria. However, when it is subject to the scrutiny of the whole world, and I really mean the whole world, it kind of takes on a whole new different meaning.
It feels as if finishing your work isn't the end, but just the beginning. It's not the part where you should relax; it's where the tension begins. Because with waiting comes that steady beating of your heart that occasionally jumps when you see the numbers changing, and your breath is suspended because you are trying to anticipate whatever will be said about your work so that you won't be too sad when it turns out to be bad.
Still, when you do see it, you start thinking that maybe you'll never really get to where you want to be and it was all for nothing.
A war then begins in your head, as another voice enters and say that it's just the beginning, not the end; you don't give up after seeing something that's just like a drop of water in a potential waterfall of success.
But the other part, which you usually listen to, say that would you want to see more of that indifference? Would you risk yourself for that?
And you, you just sit there, and wait; because no matter what they say, it's already there, and the question is not about stopping; it's about how you will deal with it. Stopping is already out of the question.
Still, you wonder: Will you make it?
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