An applause is like opium.

First, we are shy about it.

Then, we are motivated by it.

After that, we want it from more people, and more people,

and more people.

Eventually, we live for it,

and we can't do without it.

When it begins to reduce,

we can't stop thinking about it even when the crowd is still there.

Are we doing something wrong?

Is our craft whack?

Then, we lose our minds in search of it. We hate the ones who get it,

and we judge ourselves for not getting it. Hmmm.

Can I get an applause, please?