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This is my corps. There are many like it, but none that are the same. My competitors are my family and friends; my family and friends are my competition. I work harder. I sleep less. I practice more. I don’t need compliment or praise; my reward is collective superiority. I push harder. I complain less. I help more.
The more I criticize someone the more it becomes their fault and my problem. I assume responsibility and accountability and ask others to do the same. I do myself what I could never ask of others; the unpleasant, the impossible, the ludicrous, the unbelievable.
I don’t need a number to tell me how I’m doing. I don’t need a medal to tell me I’m good enough. I don’t need a ring to tell me I’m the best. I don’t need a consolation prize to say I’m pretty good. I want the bitter with the sweet, the pain with the pleasure, and the shame with the glory. It is my continual desire to give more than it takes to achieve perfection, whatever the cost, physical or mental. I am Drum Corps…
Do you ever look at really old people and wonder what they looked like when they were teenagers? And then you cry a little because you realize that one day that’s going to be you, and you are one day going to be considered an “old person.” All of our lives we have only been seen as “young.” One day we are going to look back on these years and wish we could re-live them again. I don’t cherish my young life enough.