| | There comes a time when I can look at my failures with some fondness
and think, "that was me." Hold them close to my chest and breathe
in the deep musky fragrance as I idly remember how it felt when the shit hit the fan.
And I'll be damned if there isn't
something magnificent about them, like little personal trophies kept
tucked away in some hidden nook of the heart. And each
trophy has something engraved on the plate. The letters are bold and embossed with
thick, purposeful strokes. And hell, let's make these fuckers glow
while we're at it. Your failures don't go away because you don't think
about them.
How you treat them afterwards is what matters. You can let
your failures gather dust, as you try to move on. You may pray to them
with the intention of resurrecting them for another chance at success.
Or you may do what I do, and look at them fondly, wipe off the bit of
dust that starts to settle, and think "That was me. For better for worse,
that was me."
Live and learn, but never forget what brought you here.
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