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Failure.
Interesting.
A friend of mine asked me to write something about failing and I said I'll give it a try.
So here we go.
I take up suggestions. I have a very big heart so increase my views, you dummies!
Okay so jokes apart, this is a serious discussion and if you want to get offended, please do.
Okay Jennifer, let's get this over with.
Life is easy with a nice job, a two-bedroom rented house, a weekend ride to the market, and a good movie on the ott every Sunday. Every Monday, your job is a pain in the arse and so is your boss. When you take your kids to the park, they play with sand and cover themselves in mud. This is life. It's easy with eyes closed, hearts cold, and days blurred.
Keep this aside for a while.
Imagine this.
You are working in your office. You are the boss. You work even on weekends. You have tons of lazy-ass employees. There are deadlines to meet and pressure is cooking up. You have no family time and you can barely afford sleep, let alone a movie. You are free for a meeting with a client but not for your family. You are in your Gucci suit on the top floor, a fully furnished glass office room and it suffocates you. The bank balance is full and the heart's just void. Your soul is trapped.
This is the story of a successful billionaire and his employee.
Every damn story has its hurdles.
You know what?
I am from a middle-class family and this is my version of the concept of failure.
I am now an employee and I am settling. Settling for something that I am not worth it and still being okay with the fact that I suck. So yeah. I am afraid of failing.
Failing my family.
Failing my friends.
Failing myself.
I am not ready to fail in my life. At this point in my life, I feel like taking a step back and letting things flow seems the best to me.
“Failing career” is a really heavy word that a middle-class person cannot afford.
But you know what. If I just yell " screw it " and just go for it. I would be on the Forbes magazine cover by now. I have the potential to run my own goddamn business. I would be a successful person. I tend to give 70% of my earnings to charity if I become rich enough. I would not shy away from increasing the percentage if there is a good chance for a great change in the world. From the outside, it would be like all I need to do is just scream and chase it.
But I would have to sacrifice a lot more.
I would have to sacrifice a safe game.
A safe job.
A safe financial state.
A safe and settling life.
Safe savings.
Failure is just fear in disguise. People just don't fail. There's something inside them stopping them from achieving something that they are capable of. If you are giving your 100% and still failing, please do try 5 times. That's it. Give your 100 percent for those 5 times and then stop it.
Go, find what you are capable of. Then go chase it.
I mean in the era of pollution, population, global warming, and people still unaware of feminism, equality, and racism, we only got a limited number of trials.
Why?
Because babe you have the world around you. You can change it. You can't just sit there thinking that you are a failure. You can just let go of the things that don't come naturally and go for the things that are made for you. Things that make you feel like your hearts beat and bleed for. You can keep working as a clerk and still make a difference in society.
All I want to say is that failing is really not something that is a possible option for a middle-class family. This is the reality and I had to come to terms with it, a hard way.
I might as well say that
"No! You are on this earth for a purpose! You can do it. You can fail 10,000 times but on the 10,001st time you will be successful."
I wouldn't lie. That's straight-on bullshit! There's not much time sweetheart. At the age of 22, I feel old. I feel tired. There's a virus reducing my immunity. There's a new variant coming in every 6 months and there's a family that I need to support.
So fuck it.
In this life, if God has blessed you with an opportunity to fail a thousand times, do take it. Utilize it. Or go beyond and fuck it and then make it.
And for people who aren't lucky enough. It's okay. You can try for a limited number of times. That's all we've got buddy. We have to buckle up and go on with life.
All I can say is that you are not cursed.
God has given us a few tries. If we can't try a thousand times, let's give our 1000% at the very first time.
I mean who keeps a limit on the amount of effort you can put into something.
Definitely not Peter. He's afraid of me. So Peter is out of the picture.
Time is a bitch but we are the Queen-bitches who run the world, ayy!
So now amor, do fail, giving a 10,000%.
A lot of swear words and unnecessary characters were included.
If you are offended, get offended.
I got a life to live and not your ego to feed.
Okay bye!
Drink more water macha! Good for your health.

Comments

  1. Damn!
    This is the head shot you fearless❣️.
    I'm not Peter though 🙉

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  2. I like how you are the ambassador of drinking water🤌🏼

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