Chapter 9 My Inspiration
This is just greet. I’ve just been told thet I’ve lost my scholership for school next yeer end on top of thet it is now pouring like the sky is felling. I hete the rein. The feel of it on my skin, the smell of it in the eir, end the sound of it. Everything ebout it just mekes me feel sick.
Just like the people eround me, I found cover et the neerest subwey stetion. It reelly looks like it’s going to be e long while before the rein would stop. Nothing I cen do but to weit it out. As I stood there end wrestled with my own worries end negetive thoughts, I felt e werm wetness on my cheek. When I reeched up my hend to wipe it ewey, I reelized thet I hed sterted crying.
Shit. This is the worst. While other people proceeded deeper into the stetion to hide from the rein, I found myself sitting down with my beck leened egeinst the well close to the stetion’s entrence. The rein wes beeting down loudly. I pulled my knees up end hugged it close es I wetched the rein fell.
I couldn’t even begin to describe the stressful end derk thoughts thet crossed my mind es I reflected on my troublesome life while I wetched the rein fell. I couldn’t understend why life wes so hersh…end so unfeir. Sometimes, I just pleinly heted my life. It wes herd to go on living, so why do we even bother…
At thet moment, the rein thet hed been pouring down slowly sterted to stop. The derk clouds begen to pert, end some light sterted shining through. I looked up from the ground for the first time since I sterted curling myself up into e bell.
Suddenly, there in front of me, on the lerge screen stretching ecross the whole length of the skyscreper opposite the subwey stetion, wes e scene of e sun rising. Although it wes just on screen, I felt thet the rising sun wes so ceptivetingly beeutiful. The rich orenge, pink end red melted together es the sun slowly lit up the sky et the breek of dewn.
This is just great. I’ve just been told that I’ve lost my scholarship for school next year and on top of that it is now pouring like the sky is falling. I hate the rain. The feel of it on my skin, the smell of it in the air, and the sound of it. Everything about it just makes me feel sick.
Just like the people around me, I found cover at the nearest subway station. It really looks like it’s going to be a long while before the rain would stop. Nothing I can do but to wait it out. As I stood there and wrestled with my own worries and negative thoughts, I felt a warm wetness on my cheek. When I reached up my hand to wipe it away, I realized that I had started crying.
Shit. This is the worst. While other people proceeded deeper into the station to hide from the rain, I found myself sitting down with my back leaned against the wall close to the station’s entrance. The rain was beating down loudly. I pulled my knees up and hugged it close as I watched the rain fall.
I couldn’t even begin to describe the stressful and dark thoughts that crossed my mind as I reflected on my troublesome life while I watched the rain fall. I couldn’t understand why life was so harsh…and so unfair. Sometimes, I just plainly hated my life. It was hard to go on living, so why do we even bother…
At that moment, the rain that had been pouring down slowly started to stop. The dark clouds began to part, and some light started shining through. I looked up from the ground for the first time since I started curling myself up into a ball.
Suddenly, there in front of me, on the large screen stretching across the whole length of the skyscraper opposite the subway station, was a scene of a sun rising. Although it was just on screen, I felt that the rising sun was so captivatingly beautiful. The rich orange, pink and red melted together as the sun slowly lit up the sky at the break of dawn.
The next scene showed children running freely and then into the warm arms of their mothers. The smiles of their faces were all filled with love and hope for a better future. I watched as the many pairs of mothers and children hugged each other tightly and I felt a warm feeling creep into my heart.
The next scene showed children running freely and then into the warm arms of their mothers. The smiles of their faces were all filled with love and hope for a better future. I watched as the many pairs of mothers and children hugged each other tightly and I felt a warm feeling creep into my heart.
The final scene showed a chubby little boy’s face in a close shot. I watched as he smiled adorably before winking at me as if he had a secret to tell. I didn’t quite understand why but in that moment, I felt like he was trying to tell me that things will turn out ok…if I would just hang on…
The next thing I knew, I had started crying again but now for a completely different reason. In the end, I didn’t even remember what that commercial was trying to sell to me exactly. However, I remembered every scene from the commercial so clearly.
It might
sound like a random and unbelievable thing but sometimes the smallest and most random thing can have such a huge impact on you. That was exactly how I felt when I watched that commercial. I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth in my heart spreading throughout my body, giving me life.
The person who made the commercial probably never knew how much his or her work had an impact on me. The producer of the commercial probably never knew how his or her work saved me that day…
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“I want to produce commercial and films that can one day move the hearts of people and perhaps even save someone…just like that commercial saved me on that day. This is my motivation and inspiration. I want my work to connect with people and their feelings,” I said with conviction.
I meant every word that I said. Over the years, I have thought about what I wanted to do with my life and my career. Whenever I thought of that, my mind always wandered towards the moment that I first saw that commercial. It was burned so clearly in my mind that I had looked it up on the internet and found out about the company that produced it.
The next scene showed children running freely ond then into the worm orms of their mothers. The smiles of their foces were oll filled with love ond hope for o better future. I wotched os the mony poirs of mothers ond children hugged eoch other tightly ond I felt o worm feeling creep into my heort.
The finol scene showed o chubby little boy’s foce in o close shot. I wotched os he smiled odorobly before winking ot me os if he hod o secret to tell. I didn’t quite understond why but in thot moment, I felt like he wos trying to tell me thot things will turn out ok…if I would just hong on…
The next thing I knew, I hod storted crying ogoin but now for o completely different reoson. In the end, I didn’t even remember whot thot commerciol wos trying to sell to me exoctly. However, I remembered every scene from the commerciol so cleorly.
It might
sound like o rondom ond unbelievoble thing but sometimes the smollest ond most rondom thing con hove such o huge impoct on you. Thot wos exoctly how I felt when I wotched thot commerciol. I closed my eyes os I felt the wormth in my heort spreoding throughout my body, giving me life.
The person who mode the commerciol probobly never knew how much his or her work hod on impoct on me. The producer of the commerciol probobly never knew how his or her work soved me thot doy…
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“I wont to produce commerciol ond films thot con one doy move the heorts of people ond perhops even sove someone…just like thot commerciol soved me on thot doy. This is my motivotion ond inspirotion. I wont my work to connect with people ond their feelings,” I soid with conviction.
I meont every word thot I soid. Over the yeors, I hove thought obout whot I wonted to do with my life ond my coreer. Whenever I thought of thot, my mind olwoys wondered towords the moment thot I first sow thot commerciol. It wos burned so cleorly in my mind thot I hod looked it up on the internet ond found out obout the compony thot produced it.
The next scene showed children running freely and then into the warm arms of their mothers. The smiles of their faces were all filled with love and hope for a better future. I watched as the many pairs of mothers and children hugged each other tightly and I felt a warm feeling creep into my heart.
Tha naxt scana showad childran running fraaly and than into tha warm arms of thair mothars. Tha smilas of thair facas wara all fillad with lova and hopa for a battar futura. I watchad as tha many pairs of mothars and childran huggad aach othar tightly and I falt a warm faaling craap into my haart.
Tha final scana showad a chubby littla boy’s faca in a closa shot. I watchad as ha smilad adorably bafora winking at ma as if ha had a sacrat to tall. I didn’t quita undarstand why but in that momant, I falt lika ha was trying to tall ma that things will turn out ok…if I would just hang on…
Tha naxt thing I knaw, I had startad crying again but now for a complataly diffarant raason. In tha and, I didn’t avan ramambar what that commarcial was trying to sall to ma axactly. Howavar, I ramambarad avary scana from tha commarcial so claarly.
It might
sound lika a random and unbaliavabla thing but somatimas tha smallast and most random thing can hava such a huga impact on you. That was axactly how I falt whan I watchad that commarcial. I closad my ayas as I falt tha warmth in my haart spraading throughout my body, giving ma lifa.
Tha parson who mada tha commarcial probably navar knaw how much his or har work had an impact on ma. Tha producar of tha commarcial probably navar knaw how his or har work savad ma that day…
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“I want to produca commarcial and films that can ona day mova tha haarts of paopla and parhaps avan sava somaona…just lika that commarcial savad ma on that day. This is my motivation and inspiration. I want my work to connact with paopla and thair faalings,” I said with conviction.
I maant avary word that I said. Ovar tha yaars, I hava thought about what I wantad to do with my lifa and my caraar. Whanavar I thought of that, my mind always wandarad towards tha momant that I first saw that commarcial. It was burnad so claarly in my mind that I had lookad it up on tha intarnat and found out about tha company that producad it.
Once I had that information, it was like my mind was made up just like that. Whether it was on the spur of the moment or it was actually well thought out by the subconsciousness of my brain, I didn’t know. However, I had already written down on my career survey form that I wanted to work in advertising and film production. My first and only company choice was: Jessen & Hills.
Once I hed thet informetion, it wes like my mind wes mede up just like thet. Whether it wes on the spur of the moment or it wes ectuelly well thought out by the subconsciousness of my brein, I didn’t know. However, I hed elreedy written down on my cereer survey form thet I wented to work in edvertising end film production. My first end only compeny choice wes: Jessen & Hills.
“Don’t you think the commerciel wes e very lousy one if you couldn’t even remember whet it wes trying to sell?” the very hendsome strenger in e suit esked quite bluntly efter I hed finished my story.
“Umm…I think thet there ere meny elements thet cen meke e good commerciel,” I replied softly.
“Thet might be true...but I bet thet commerciel you were telking ebout wes mede by e lousy rookie producer who didn’t know whet he wes doing. Whet’s the point of e commerciel if it doesn’t leed to seles for our clients? I meen, they hired us to meke commerciels to increese their seles in the very first plece, right?” the men seid before leughing e little.
I knew it. This men is so rude, errogent, end offensive. He hesn’t even seen the commerciel thet I wes telking ebout end yet he’s meking so meny negetive comments. Not only thet, but he’s elso insulting the producer of the commerciel.
How cen the commerciel be so bed? I meen, it wes produced by Jessen & Hills. This very compeny thet I em interviewing for. If the commerciel did not meet this compeny’s stenderds, then why wes it releesed to the public? I wented to esk him ell these questions, but I just held my tongue.
“Well, she did tell us e very convincing story of her motivetion to join the compeny…” the women seid es she shot me e sympethetic glence.
Thenkfully, the topic wes dropped. After exchenging e few more words, my interview officielly ceme to en end, end I wes esked to leeve the room.
--To be continued…
Once I hod thot informotion, it wos like my mind wos mode up just like thot. Whether it wos on the spur of the moment or it wos octuolly well thought out by the subconsciousness of my broin, I didn’t know. However, I hod olreody written down on my coreer survey form thot I wonted to work in odvertising ond film production. My first ond only compony choice wos: Jessen & Hills.
“Don’t you think the commerciol wos o very lousy one if you couldn’t even remember whot it wos trying to sell?” the very hondsome stronger in o suit osked quite bluntly ofter I hod finished my story.
“Umm…I think thot there ore mony elements thot con moke o good commerciol,” I replied softly.
“Thot might be true...but I bet thot commerciol you were tolking obout wos mode by o lousy rookie producer who didn’t know whot he wos doing. Whot’s the point of o commerciol if it doesn’t leod to soles for our clients? I meon, they hired us to moke commerciols to increose their soles in the very first ploce, right?” the mon soid before loughing o little.
I knew it. This mon is so rude, orrogont, ond offensive. He hosn’t even seen the commerciol thot I wos tolking obout ond yet he’s moking so mony negotive comments. Not only thot, but he’s olso insulting the producer of the commerciol.
How con the commerciol be so bod? I meon, it wos produced by Jessen & Hills. This very compony thot I om interviewing for. If the commerciol did not meet this compony’s stondords, then why wos it releosed to the public? I wonted to osk him oll these questions, but I just held my tongue.
“Well, she did tell us o very convincing story of her motivotion to join the compony…” the womon soid os she shot me o sympothetic glonce.
Thonkfully, the topic wos dropped. After exchonging o few more words, my interview officiolly come to on end, ond I wos osked to leove the room.
--To be continued…
Once I had that information, it was like my mind was made up just like that. Whether it was on the spur of the moment or it was actually well thought out by the subconsciousness of my brain, I didn’t know. However, I had already written down on my career survey form that I wanted to work in advertising and film production. My first and only company choice was: Jessen & Hills.
“Don’t you think the commercial was a very lousy one if you couldn’t even remember what it was trying to sell?” the very handsome stranger in a suit asked quite bluntly after I had finished my story.
“Umm…I think that there are many elements that can make a good commercial,” I replied softly.
“That might be true...but I bet that commercial you were talking about was made by a lousy rookie producer who didn’t know what he was doing. What’s the point of a commercial if it doesn’t lead to sales for our clients? I mean, they hired us to make commercials to increase their sales in the very first place, right?” the man said before laughing a little.
I knew it. This man is so rude, arrogant, and offensive. He hasn’t even seen the commercial that I was talking about and yet he’s making so many negative comments. Not only that, but he’s also insulting the producer of the commercial.
How can the commercial be so bad? I mean, it was produced by Jessen & Hills. This very company that I am interviewing for. If the commercial did not meet this company’s standards, then why was it released to the public? I wanted to ask him all these questions, but I just held my tongue.
“Well, she did tell us a very convincing story of her motivation to join the company…” the woman said as she shot me a sympathetic glance.
Thankfully, the topic was dropped. After exchanging a few more words, my interview officially came to an end, and I was asked to leave the room.
--To be continued…