The unknown
From elation to fear in a matter of seconds, that's what it's been like.
Somehow, success seems to be as scary as failure. I probably shouldn't find this surprising, though... in my history success is something new, something unknown.
I reckon part of the fear comes from the feeling that it all may all come crashing down, that even now I'm just one misstep away from failing again.
The other part comes from not knowing what will happen if it all works out fine.
I should have learned by now that I cannot expect to predict the outcome of things, that what has to happen will happen, that I can only hope to make the right choices by not betraying myself and praying that the sunlight will appear at the end of the tunnel (it will if it has to, I guess).
I realize this moment in my life is all about finding myself, trying to be the person I want to be.
I'm almost there, a few steps away from the rest of my life...
And it scares me to death.
Somehow, success seems to be as scary as failure. I probably shouldn't find this surprising, though... in my history success is something new, something unknown.
I reckon part of the fear comes from the feeling that it all may all come crashing down, that even now I'm just one misstep away from failing again.
The other part comes from not knowing what will happen if it all works out fine.
I should have learned by now that I cannot expect to predict the outcome of things, that what has to happen will happen, that I can only hope to make the right choices by not betraying myself and praying that the sunlight will appear at the end of the tunnel (it will if it has to, I guess).
I realize this moment in my life is all about finding myself, trying to be the person I want to be.
I'm almost there, a few steps away from the rest of my life...
And it scares me to death.
Comentarios
El hombre es mortal por sus temores e inmortal por sus deseos.
- Pitágoras
P.D.: Perdón por cortar con el clima del idioma inglés.
See you later, alligator.
Igual no me queda muy claro a qué viene la pregunta...
Muy buena la de Pitágoras. Yo pensé que el tipo estaba sólo para las matemáticas.
No hay problema por el tema del idioma. Diría algo así como que "casi no me doy cuenta", pero suena terriblemente pedante.
Y a mí también me intriga saber cómo sigue todo este rollo. Creo que incluso más que a vos, con eso te digo todo...
Hablamos.
Who does not?
Smile dear =)
:)
Pitágoras no solo era matemático y tenía una academia para preparar exámenes liceales, sino que también era sanitario, apicultor y cada tanto agarraba alguna que otra changuita para llegar a fin de mes.
Estoy seguro de que vos sos el más interesado en saber como termina todo esto.
Igual no podría escribir uno, la ficción no es mi fuerte (bueno, tampoco la no ficción, pero definitivamente seguir una línea argumental con personajes creíbles me resulta complicadísimo).
Sí, ya sé. En la época de Pitágoras eran todos polifuncionales. No sé si no se dedicaba part time a reparador de PCs.
Cuando sepa el final de la historia te cuento.
I'm sooooooooooooooo tired... I guess my life is trying to kill me!
Get some rest, go to the movies or something, just get some fresh air.
Thanks for passing by! :)
Unfortunately, I have to study a lot these days... I'm taking a course, in order to get a promotion... and lovely education authorities have chosen this particular week to start...!!!
We should start a revolution or something...
Well, if it's all for a promotion, at least there's something to look forward to.