Do I celebrate my failures? Wrap a silk ribbon around my heavy heart
and present it for demons to feast? Should I allow broken certainty
to overboil, to circulate salty liquid through arteries and out
retinas? Do I sit and brood in a puddle of sulky residue? Should I
celebrate my failures or allow success to set them free?
Life is a timeline without a pause. You can't stop at nowhere, you are
always somewhere, you may not know where.
True failure is often misdiagnosed, a misplaced coordinate; not a
symptom of exertion or the will power to succeed. Failure resides in
the cracks and shadows, in waning confidence and wavering assertions.
There are no straight lines to success, no simple routes or maps. No
shadows without some light seeping through.
Peer over, under and around. Appreciate the journey - the scenery. Be
When demons cross my path, I control the thoroughfare. Do I forge
forward through the Carrion of thwarted ambitions or take a new
direction? It's my choice, my destination, my journey, an evolving
point towards my own tailored satisfaction.
Just carry on.
Posted by beth