Go out there and be vulnerable! Lose everything and reap the benefits of working like you have nothing. Failure. It’s this decade’s anecdote to success and in ten years they’ll find out it causes cancer.
To be
fair, I see how a failure can teach an important lesson about effort,
especially in this age of entitlement. I just don’t think I need these moments in my life. I’m the exception. I understand
hard work (I’m currently missing a toenail, for instance), but Fate’s not so
sure.
“Have you
worked for it?”
“I have.”
“Do you
think you’re ready?”
“I do.”
“Have you
thought about how much you really want this?”
“Absolutely.”
“Think
again.”
Last
Friday I took a French exam that, after one hour, made me want to crawl under the
desk and into my skin. My vocabulary became primal, my handwriting
illegible and the only thing that could have topped it was a poorly muffled
fart.
“Maybe
it wasn’t that bad.”
I
confused the word poupee with the
word poubelle. Playing with garbage
is what I said. It was cringy. It still is.
And
in spite of that, I’m not dissuaded from trying again. I just don’t know how to
get better. I used apps, text books, courses and tutoring. I guess I just didn’t
devote enough time. But according to one of the moderators I have plenty of
that.
“That’s
a very mature answer,” she said encouragingly.
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