<p>Two thoughts:</p>
<p>In an eleventh hour introspection, it's a little late for remorse to hold any sway over application results. Must it be so that human experience will be tainted by regret inevitably and indefinitely? Despite prior mentioned futility, I still think of the many mistakes I've made that now warp and twist my entire gastro-intestinal tract. Aw shucks, probably shouldn't have gotten on the bad side of that English teacher. And maybe, in my search of absolute integrity, my passions have gone the way of thousands of tears to be shed in the coming days - out, away, and onto some kleenex.</p>
<p>I tried to remain absolutely factual and truthful in my essays, but reading over them at this time makes me wonder: how can one truly convey one's passions without jumping from the diving board into a pool of molasses? I'm not Gold-medal-winning-amazing in physics, but I still love it. I have toured around the country, giving piano performances, but my essays only contain a small blurb about my experiences.</p>
<p>I suppose that I really didn't want to come off as fake, or as feigning a passion, but ultimately, I think I may have hurt myself more by burying my passions amongst meaningless words. To those who genuinely love what they do and get accepted, congratulations. I wish I knew how to toe the line.</p>
<p>And now, to make this interactive: how do you feel about your application? For my own reference, if anyone has advice on writing well-balanced essays, I'd greatly appreciate it.</p>