Failure Is Success Spelled Backwards
Today is a new day. Everything that happened to me yesterday is history... so why do I still feel like shit?
The bills just keep coming, but the revenues crawl by at a perpetually slow pace. Why can't it be the other way around?
Look at me. I am the epitome of resilience. Every entrepreneurial endeavor that I have undertaken has failed miserably. I know that my writing talents surpass those of many top professionals, yet no third party will validate them. Yesterday, I received another rejection letter from the Disney Writing Fellowship program. It seems that there's no market out there for the kind of material that I write.
Jesus died at age thirty-three. I’m thirty-three now, and have yet to blossom. It seems, based on my experiences in this life, that I might as well be dead.
But I refuse to quit. I will not allow this world to get me down, and neither should you. We all go through rejection. We all have fears of the future, and are haunted by ghosts of the past. There is no reason to feel that we are alone in this treacherous quest for self identity, because even the best of us go through it.
Look at me. It seems like all I can do is fail— yet I keep going with the hope that one day I will be blessed with success. Yes it sounds pitiful. Yes it sounds depressing. As a matter of fact, it is. But I keep on keeping on, because it ain't over until it's over.
When I got my Master's degree in Information Technology, graduating with a 4.0 grade point average, I thought opportunities would just fall out of the sky... but they didn't. The only job that I was able to secure was that of help desk technician, where I would have the honor of carrying heavy CRT monitors, and crawling under desks where filth and dust dwell, to run cables and check network connections. Yep, for the last two years, I've been trying to build a foundation in the I.T. world, yet forsaking my true talent— that of writing and communicating.
But no more! Life if short and I could be dead tomorrow. I have therefore decided to live. Not just merely survive, but to live.
To all you fellow failures out there, take a look in the mirror and marvel for a moment at the beauty that reflects back. Remember who you are. Recognize the magnificent being that God created you to be. It may take a slap in the face to get you back to reality, so go ahead and slap yourself a few times if need be. The world needs you. We are in desperate need of peaceful warriors to make a change in this desolate existence.
Forget what you've been told, because most likely it was all bullshit anyway. Pray, meditate, and listen to inspiring music—whatever it takes to get out of this rut. Remember, failure is success spelled backwards. So when you hold failure up to the mirror, success will be reflected back to you. Now take that success and run with it.
Is this positive thinking? Hell no, positive thinking is bullshit! This is certainty. Certainty, that the Light of God will uplift those of us who open our hearts. Certainty that we’re not meant to be mere pawns in the game, but to advance to the status of Kings and Queens.
Will I give up the I.T. game? Nope. I realize that this knowledge enhances who I truly am. It has helped to polish this diamond in the rough. My perspective has grown over the last two years. Instead of trying to land a job, I will utilize my knowledge and skills to create jobs. I no longer have the employee mentality, but that of the employer. I have played the apprentice long enough.
Fuck being a slave! I hereby declare that I am a Master.
The bills just keep coming, but the revenues crawl by at a perpetually slow pace. Why can't it be the other way around?
Look at me. I am the epitome of resilience. Every entrepreneurial endeavor that I have undertaken has failed miserably. I know that my writing talents surpass those of many top professionals, yet no third party will validate them. Yesterday, I received another rejection letter from the Disney Writing Fellowship program. It seems that there's no market out there for the kind of material that I write.
Jesus died at age thirty-three. I’m thirty-three now, and have yet to blossom. It seems, based on my experiences in this life, that I might as well be dead.
But I refuse to quit. I will not allow this world to get me down, and neither should you. We all go through rejection. We all have fears of the future, and are haunted by ghosts of the past. There is no reason to feel that we are alone in this treacherous quest for self identity, because even the best of us go through it.
Look at me. It seems like all I can do is fail— yet I keep going with the hope that one day I will be blessed with success. Yes it sounds pitiful. Yes it sounds depressing. As a matter of fact, it is. But I keep on keeping on, because it ain't over until it's over.
When I got my Master's degree in Information Technology, graduating with a 4.0 grade point average, I thought opportunities would just fall out of the sky... but they didn't. The only job that I was able to secure was that of help desk technician, where I would have the honor of carrying heavy CRT monitors, and crawling under desks where filth and dust dwell, to run cables and check network connections. Yep, for the last two years, I've been trying to build a foundation in the I.T. world, yet forsaking my true talent— that of writing and communicating.
But no more! Life if short and I could be dead tomorrow. I have therefore decided to live. Not just merely survive, but to live.
To all you fellow failures out there, take a look in the mirror and marvel for a moment at the beauty that reflects back. Remember who you are. Recognize the magnificent being that God created you to be. It may take a slap in the face to get you back to reality, so go ahead and slap yourself a few times if need be. The world needs you. We are in desperate need of peaceful warriors to make a change in this desolate existence.
Forget what you've been told, because most likely it was all bullshit anyway. Pray, meditate, and listen to inspiring music—whatever it takes to get out of this rut. Remember, failure is success spelled backwards. So when you hold failure up to the mirror, success will be reflected back to you. Now take that success and run with it.
Is this positive thinking? Hell no, positive thinking is bullshit! This is certainty. Certainty, that the Light of God will uplift those of us who open our hearts. Certainty that we’re not meant to be mere pawns in the game, but to advance to the status of Kings and Queens.
Will I give up the I.T. game? Nope. I realize that this knowledge enhances who I truly am. It has helped to polish this diamond in the rough. My perspective has grown over the last two years. Instead of trying to land a job, I will utilize my knowledge and skills to create jobs. I no longer have the employee mentality, but that of the employer. I have played the apprentice long enough.
Fuck being a slave! I hereby declare that I am a Master.
posted by Akili | 11:10 AM
2 Comments:
You, my Friend, have it bottled in a most peculiar way. I thought that that light of God that supposedly surrounds us all was comforting in the fact that we do not need to succeed in this life to be rich in the next, but succession in humanity is what we strive for and dissappointment is what we get.
It's a circle that we must travel on, but together we do travel.
A paradox, like life itself.
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