All I think about is how to be successful, I have
never really taken the time to think of how I can be happy. The scars of failure
have given me a life that is far from fun. I have become so serious about life
that I don’t have time for things that are fun.
No doubt, I have failed several times, I was
called different names by the ones that didn’t give up on me. My failure got to
the extent that I was tired of my life. I had no more excuses, no more bed to
fall upon, no more time to call my own, and no more joy to live life. I became
weird to myself, I was ashamed of living life because every success story of
people I heard reminded me that I was a failure.
Through those time, I didn’t give up. Though I
felt alone in a big space, I still held onto God because I knew only him can
manage me. He is my last hope for life, he wasn’t able to push me away.
My life was a lot of fun while I was growing up
(still a kid), I was this person that was full of joy. Where ever I am, people
always feel my presence either that I am making them laugh or I am pestering
them. It was just almost perfect until gradually, failure crept in.
Is living life all about being successful or
having joy?
Is life all about being serious at all time?
God did helped through those time, those thick
dark times. I am eventually becoming a success, he is making things work out in
my favor. Those times of failure have become a thing of the past but I have
scars!
I had failed to the extent that I sustained
injury. The failure has given me scars. I no more find joy in having fun or
doing things that can give me fun. I find it difficult in relating to people
and keeping relationships because I always feel that if I am needed, I would be
called upon. My words have become too serious, my laughter have become
momentarily, and my head is full of thoughts thinking about how to make it in
life, how I can be a success in life. Even when I am sleeping, I still think.
I don’t know about you, but I want to have
friends (good ones), I want to always laugh, I want to have at least just a
person I would speak to and would listen to me, I want to have someone that
understands me, someone that would sincerely ask me “how do you do”, I want to
have a gist partner, most of all, I want to live a meaningful life. A life that
is full of positive impact.
There are words to say and there are questions to
ask, but who is ready to listen?
#CONFESSIONS#
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