Papers

I find it funny that someones life can be summarized on a piece of paper. Like you can squeeze all your feelings and thoughts and experiences and the people you’ve met and the things which you have done, and those which you would like to do, into a tiny little space. Tiny little space, space that is supposed to define you. Try and have a shiny attractive paper with you, otherwise they won’t accept you. Mind you, all lines of the paper should be covered. Not that they think you have wasted your time doing nothing. You need to be productive.
Applications are that, life on paper. Half-truths which define, who you need to be rather than who you are. It stresses so much, one never knows what they want to hear. And deadlines? Well deadlines are there to be fulfilled I guess, they are like the deadline defining who you were and who you will have to be, once you are accepted. Since you promised. One always needs to know what one has written on paper, not that it turns out that you are not the person who they thought you would be. Curricula, applications, certificates, recommendations. Does that really say something about you?

Go here, come back, get a signature, go take a stamp, send the documents, you are done. Bureaucracy, mind you, bureaucracy is also an art. Without that art, the art of putting down on paper your life and making it shiny, that art is what really counts. It is like having a new pair of shoes. Bad quality, yet shiny. Much better than an old pair of shoes shouting they need some repairing, good quality. If you see what I mean. Summarizing your life onto a paper then, and making it look appealing, is what will take you far. I f that is your intention, of course, never dare to say that is the priority. Never dare be modest. Only if you are not.