genius.

born.

Oh Ari.

I was born on the 14th of July of the 97', in Korea. My dad always told me that the day i was born, he looked at my and fell in love instantly and that he felt that type of feeling the day that he met my mom, it wasn't the same type of love of course. The love that he felt for me it was a fatherly love.
Today it's the fourteenth of July so therefore it's my birthday, number 25 and i'm celebrating in the most beautiful city, Paris.

All of my friends are around me, i just found out that im gonna be playing for the New York philharmonic symphony, a famous and respected orchestra and the goal of my music career, everything that i have been working for.
But here i am, crying in the bathroom of a night club, next to a girl that i believe is throwing up.

And for the most stupid reason, love.

Now let me tell you a little bit of my life.
My mom is a beautiful women, she is those type of people that walked in a place and lighted the whole room. She's incredibly nice and funny, well at least with everybody else, not me. And she's quite sensitive, always thinking about the others feelings but with me is harsh, and cold, almost cruel.

She's a intelligent woman, successful and also expected the same for me, and that bar of accomplishment became higher when she found out that i was gifted, that i was born with capacity of taking any knowledge almost instantly. So the violin lesson's started, and talking Japanese and Chinese became a usual thing around the house, and the book's started pilling up, i learned how to talk like a native in english and Spanish, only to prove that i'm smart.

In the other hand my father, who died four years ago, he was the one who really taught me about the things that really matters, how to be human, to be polite and to be kind, to feel empathy. He used to say that happiness is actually a thing on this world, that i was loved not for my intellect just for the fact that i'm me, that i'm a human. I miss him, maybe if could i would talk to him, try to explain this whole fucked up situation, but he's not here anymore.

So here i am, crying and hurt. All because of him, my worse enemy, the reason that makes me doubt my own intelligence. Taehyung, he's  my constant competition, it was all through primary school, he followed me through my whole highschool experience and now he followed me to new york, where im getting my college degree. He's also two years older than me, but i skipped two years in my academic life so it's basically my brain's fault.

i'm studying at Juilliard, i was what people like to call a "musical genius", violin is my area. i loved it and i was always pushed to be the best at it, so i was really happy. Until he came along, Taehyung it was also a "musical genius" or at least that's how everyone called him, he play's the piano, he is good at it i can't deny it, but he is incredibly irresponsible and a narcissist with every letter, if i didn't knew almost every definition on the dictionary i would say that his picture is in there, under that word.

So now, if you're wondering why i'm crying when i'm in paris, celebrating my birthday and my mother for the first time told me that she's  proud of me, it's because of him.

And now, if you continue reading would know why and maybe understand the reason of my pain, it all started in Korea, year 2013.