[ WP ] You 're a young art student who just received your notice of of rejection from Vienna school for fine arts . Your name ? Adolf Hitler

The weight of the world came down upon my shoulders as i reread the letter for the third time, the words `` rejection'', and `` unfitness for painting'' echoed throughout my head. This had been the second time I had received this letter and it was another cruel reminder of my father's last words to me. He would never appreciate the beauty and serenity of the arts like mother did, I only wanted to show the world what a beautiful thing it truly is, but now as I stared at the paper that destroyed every hope and dream I ever had i am reminded of that man. He never understood anything I did, especially after the death of my precious brother Edmund he remained as stoic as ever, I could n't handle it how he just accepted his death as if his life was just garbage to swept away in the streets of life. It had gotten even worse when he had forced me to that reform school, he did n't care about what I wanted to do, nor did he even care for the thousands of times I had tried to convince him of the value of art, but he did n't listen he did n't care, he never loved me. Only mother cared, she was the only one who supported me, she was the only one who gave me hope when I applied for the first time, and she was the one who gave me the courage to try again when I first got rejected, but now mother is gone. And now my hopes and dreams are gone like mother buried in the sea of hatred and apathy that is this world. But i wo n't accept that. I wo n't accept a world that would destroy everything that i love and care about, I wo n't accept a world that subjugates the weak, I wo n't accept the silent cries of the innocent. I will change this world. Even if I could n't make the world beautiful with my art, I will make it beautiful, I promise you I will. I threw the rejection letter to the ground and began walking towards my future.
