At work, ran into an ex-neighbor (the lady of the second item of this post), whose son now goes to Prestigius. I hadn't talked to her since I had my first audition, but she'd heard through the neighborhood and school grapevines that I'd been on the show. All agape with expectation, she asked how it went. I gave her my usual cold-water opening "I lost," then mentioned, as I've done every time I'm asked about the experience, that I was winning up right up until the end.
"Well," she mused, "aren't we all?"
That has a kind of accidental Zen wisdom to it, which surprised me a bit, since I've always thought of this particular lady as a bit of an airhead.