On the Wings of Failure

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter how much you've tried. You will still fail.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter how much you have believed. You will still fail.

At the end of the day, it doesn't' matter how much you've loved. You will still fail.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter how far you have come. You will still fail.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter how strong you have been. You will still fail.

Because failure is measured by standards others set..
and not by a measure of what we are capable of.

Because failure is measured by what others choose to see..
and not what you know to be true.

Because failure makes others comfortably right in their own weaknesses..
regardless of how brave you have been in dealing with the blows.

No matter what, you will fail.
Because people want a security blanket and are glad when you provide it.

Success isn't really something anyone outside of you can actually measure.
In fact, accepting failure is like gaining wings...

Knowing you will eventually fail in someone's eyes can grant you the power to go the distance, keep on loving and continue giving your best shot.

Because once you accept failure is a mere perception, a judgement and a projection of another person's personal beliefs, and not a just measure of your truth, failure loses its sting.

In its place remains a conviction to be affirmed and valued for who you are. You gain inspiration to pursue what your heart alone yearns for. And whatever that is, success is yours the moment you choose to obey that inner call. Because the moment you choose to accept that failure is a mere label, you stop fearing it and rise above its power to immobilise. And THAT is the greatest success of all.

My Hero: The Seed

Like a seed in the ground..
pushing it's way
out of the dark casing, the dark soil..

nobody can see
it's there and struggling daily..
fighting all odds
to just pop out into the open..
and see the sun

it just keeps going..
focusing on using
whatever God has already stored inside it
when it was made
for as long as it can..
and on establishing roots that will steady it for life.

Oh my hero is the seed
in the ground
that turns into a might oak
in time

merely from it's tenacity
to go with the flow of the elements
however kind however harsh
focusing only on the simplicity
of making it through
just one more day
no more no less

and in time...
it gives amazing bounty to the world around
all the while
still doing the same
it's always done..

..reaching for the sun
and steadying it's roots
come what may.