What is to be a failure? What does it really mean to fail? Is failing just a social construction?
Nobody likes to fail or feel like what they do is not up to standards. Everyone tells you to succeed, that you’ll get there one day. So, what are you supposed to do when this doesn’t happen? How are you expected to keep pushing forward when all your efforts don’t achieve your goal?
Being 19 and feeling like your world is collapsing, that an energized young adult is supposed to conquer the world, but right now, the world is conquering her. You fail, you get back up and try again. You try harder. You push yourself more. You study more. You work more. You think more. You try again. You fail once again…
This vicious circle is life, and you are expected to be able to handle it, and how are you to do so? There aren’t any classes about it, no one teaches you, but then you’ll just get an older person that will just say “that’s life, deal with it” or “been there, done that, bought the t-shirt“. Does this comfort you in any way or form? NO!
Ok, so now if you are giving 110% of yourself once again. And of course, it doesn’t work out. They tell you to look at it from another perspective. You do that, but that entails throwing all your previous efforts out the window. They’ll then say that it was a learning curve and that you take it into account, don’t forget it and continue forward never looking back. How are you to do that? Your blood, sweat and tears don’t mean absolutely anything in the whole scheme of life.
Late teenage years, the last year before your reach your twenties. Your twenties, the time everyone finds themselves, settles down, moves out, finds a job, get married, has children. So, all your actions are quite literally defining. Then you’ll get a wise hat, that says, “I didn’t get a job until I was 27, I didn’t move out until I was 30…” Anything to try to make you feel better about, everything that is making you anxious. Does this help? No. Do you really think comfort from a failure helps? Sorry, not sorry.
You are asked when you’re little, what do you want to be when you grow up? So, you can’t even live a peaceful childhood, everything moulds you and creates the path you are to follow. And if you are to define a new path, there aren’t any training wheels. You then all of sudden are in college where every action quite literally defines the next big step in your life. You are 16 trying to think of what you are good enough at to live from, you think you find the answer, so you pursue it. Oh! But what a shock, you were wrong. Therefore, the last two years of your life where just a “learning curve”. Now, are you supposed to keep your head down, and get through it and succumb to the educational system, are you supposed to start again, or rebel? Any option is wrong.
The lack of motivation, the mental and physical exhaustion from giving your 110% every day is wearing you out. But, of course now you just must push a little bit more and then summer. The amazing sentence: in summer you can rest and reset, forget about everything. Are you really expected to do this? If you do, don’t be shocked if you start of on the wrong foot, because believe me you will.
Have you ever heard “I loved university; I wish I could go back. Make the most of it while you can”? Make the most of it? I’m sorry? Enjoy something that sucks the living life out of you, that brainwashes you to the max. Oh and definitely cherish your young years, because after wards everything goes downhill. Well, where can I take my name of this list? because that fate of this being the summit of my life, is extremely depressing and I don’t want to accept it. I want to make my own path, but in this world, there are billions and one little person to outstand, be better than the rest of the world, to be the best is a tad daunting. You don’t have to be exceptional, but could you really live with yourself if you didn’t try?
After all of this, I have realised that life is mean, not fair, and never will be. Everyone has difficulties, nobody asked for them, nobody asked to be here. You think of just giving up, but then you think “oh wait, that sunset in the summer over the sea, that alfresco dinner at night fighting off the mosquitoes, the smell of the petrichor, bellowing laughs of family and friends, maybe if they could do it, I can“. You want to be able to offer the future generations these experiences you’ve had the honour to witness, so you carry on. Your heart breaks a little knowing you are pushing towards something you don’t even know about, maybe it will never come, or maybe it’s right in front of you.
You now must give that “little” push, the one you are afraid of, since you don’t know whether the push will get you over the finish line or over the edge. You stand up tall in front of a mirror, you look yourself in the mirror, you ask yourself “do you know who I am?”. And then finally, you stand to fight another day.
However, right now that’s not my case. I’m going to go watch Fast and Furious 10, as if I had money and hadn’t just spent more than a grand on driving lessons, since I push myself, give my best and it isn’t enough. Then tomorrow, I will look at myself in the mirror and persevere, because that’s what it’s all about, resilience. I’ll then bury myself in notes from university, try and study five centuries of history, 77 art work pieces, two languages fluently, which you still haven’t mastered, because that decision the 16 year old me made, was the wrong one, and now I’m paying the price, also go to work, being the only one who does in your class, so you stand a disadvantage with regards to grades. But hey, it’s life isn’t it? Suck it up!
From The bright and shinning one.
XXX







