I was born a middle-class family surrounded by my beloved relatives who love to sing and play musical instruments. So, it is no doubt that singing has become my most precious activity since I was fivel. I learnt how to sing by myself in possibly various ways I could until one day I dared myself to join the competition in my school when I was nine. Luckily, I won. This was the beginning of the whole story.
I had been in the period of singing tournament for full seven years since the first one. I overcame all competitors as the first runner of every stage in my province. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with pride and prizes. People around me admired my success. I loved to be a winner and I loved to see my lovely family happy. I made a lot of money to help my parents paying for my and my sister’s school fees every year. I had never learnt to be failed, to be a second runner, or to be a loser on stage. I get used to being a special person for everybody until one day I had to defeat my ego.
I was announced to be a second runner for the first time.
The taste of failure was so bitter and poignant than I thought it would be because I never felt one. I took a glance at other people on the stage, they smiled and started friendly conversation to each other. I felt empty inside but then I realized that nobody was born with perfection, the perfection that took me so hard to maintain. From this experience, I have learnt how to be happy with who I am, I have learnt how to deal with pain, and how to be a grown-up person who believes that everything happens for a reason and accept it with a strong mind. Now, I think I am one of the happiest persons on earth.
Every coin has two sides, life either. We have some bad moments and some memorable ones. We grow up when we learn from the disappointments. This is how life should be.