“Hard work. That is my secret. That is why I win.”
Take this little excerpt for example. After knowing a particular cat for a solid year, I became so accustomed to his ridiculous bipolar antics. One minute I was the most beautiful female you know utterly unique, next minute I could be instantly replaceable by the next female who would be willing to expose her breasts. After wasting so much time investing in this character one day my realization began. I realized I am an ambitious girl, I’d rather invest my precious time chasing my dreams, then to try to chase these men, that try to chase these skirts, that try to chase these shots with flavors that not even as sweet as me.
It was a typical day he spat his game and kept going off about things I cared less about. My response: a bold yet simple “I’m not interested in you anymore.” He slowly smiled, dimples pinned on each side and replied , “good”. Sort of stunned,I quickly questioned his response. Did he really just agree with my rejection ? His reasoning, “You out of all people should never settle for less. I mean fuck just realize it…you are too good for me. And I would never want to take advantage and bring you down to my level. Like common why do you think I’m such a dick to you Francine? Like I like the person that you are, your an amazing female you know but I’m in love with the person that you have potential to be. You deserve the best and I know I’m not that ” Exact words. Never in my life did I think that this guy would admit that. Mind you this is coming from a guy who has females literally throwing themselves at him, someone who constantly toils with the hearts of women, someone who plays mind games until they can no longer stand their own game. Someone who I was willing to settle for…
In the dark, I lie awake not alone, but lonely. My mind races, my thoughts chaotic and discordant- why does not one of these fast traveling thoughts stop? If only they would take pause, if only for a moment my mind would surrender.
The dawn approaches, but light does not come. For the weary brain, there is no rest, for the weary body there is no sleep.
Where will I find rest? Where will I find dreams?
In your arms, I feel content, I feel alive in your love. It is in the firm grasp of your tired hold that my sleeplessness will end. And so I turn, your arms about my wakeful body, and I close my eyes.
I sleep, I fly high in the astral plane, I see your face, and I feel the warmth of your kiss upon my neck. Only here am I released from my prison. I awake to the morning glow, and have broken free from my solitude.
The only real failure is seeing failure as failure. That’s the only way that a failure will remain a failure. You must step past failure on your way to success.Failure is the ongoing acceptance of something that you do not fully understand. Failure is falling down and thinking that you were pushed, or that you lost your footing on something. A success minded person is too busy getting up again to worry about blaming anyone. Sure, they will examine the reason for their failure, but they will not allow it to keep them down on the road where they have fallen. Contrary to popular opinion then, it is often our failures that leads us on to our success, and then on to even greater success. It is often also still a sort of a failure to stop at our first level of success. We have tasted success, and we are often then fearful of losing it, or of losing what we have now got. Staying where we are for the rest of our life, without further changing or growing, is really to have failed in a way, in the original success. Failure fails at failure when you do not fail at success.This simply means that failure is never final, and that success is never always success. A person who tries and fails learns more than someone who has succeeded without trying.
