The unjust power of failure

Failure has this way of compounding on itself.

Becoming the biggest thing in the room…when maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as big as we originally gave it credit for.

Right now, my failure is loud. And it’s giving an even louder voice to my insecurities. My insistence on giving up, on giving in.

I’ve convinced myself that I can’t do it. And if I can’t do it, that simple means I have no worth. I should give up, as I have failed.

All I did was my best and I’m sorry if it wasn’t enough.

Those are the loudest words in my head right now. The loudest voice, encouraging me to give up. To quit.

But I can’t.

Because I’m one stubborn son of a bitch.

And the loudest voice doesn’t always get its way. I get the last say. The last laugh.

And no matter how I go down? It’ll be on my terms.

But my terms and conditions speak of no failure. that’s not an option. Not a part of the contract.

I was born to succeed. To defy the odds.

So fuck the feelings. Fuck the internal dialogue, destined to see us fail. Fuck the toxic heartache.

This is MY life.

I get a say. I get a choice.

And I want to win. I want to succeed.

I want to beat the odds.