Make It Happen.

9th grade, mid course: I was looking to find a way in to my school's music team. For a very long time I wanted to sing in front of a big audience. Word came around that my teachers were looking for a lead male singer. I knew my odds were slim to none because none of the teachers in the band organisation council knew even my name, let alone my abilities. 

Hello there, I'm 'the Earthian'.

There was really only one thing that I could do, talk to the teacher and make it happen. That's it. That was all I could do. I surprised myself with the bravery I showed that day. Went straight up to the teacher, asked her if she was the one looking for a singer and when she confirmed that she was the one, asked her for a chance to take me in. She gave me a surprised look, smiled at me and asked me to go ahead and take a shot and sing a song. I didn't know what to sing, of course, this was a spur of the moment thing, so I bellowed out the first song that came to my mind. 5 lines in, the school bell rang indicating that the break was over. She asked me to meet her later in the evening, which I did, promptly, to get told, to my huge delight, that I was on the team. My happiness knew no bounds, not because I was such a good singer or because I outperformed everyone else, but purely because I made it happen. I went out there and made something happen. Later that year, when our band performed in a city level school competition, we bagged the second spot which I was pleased about and so was the rest of the school. 

There's no fancy moral to the story, neither is this a complete tale of success. But somewhere in there is a message, a message to myself, a reminder of sorts, that that little boy that I used to be was much stronger than the man I am today and that he will be embarrassed with the person I am today. Can this be fixed? Of course. Only if I choose to fix it, though and that's entirely up to me, to make it happen.

Love, peace.