In your journey, expect that you’ll not always meet the many expectations you’ve placed on yourself; not to talk about the ones set by the many people around you.
The society will always set a pace and standard at which you should grow, what you should eat, how you should dress, the people you should hang out with, how to address yourself – ‘millennial, old school, dumb fashion, and new school’ – this list is not exhaustive.
Life has taught me that I have a choice, to either mourn my inability to meet up to this, or breathe, exhale, and take life one step at a time. I can take charge of my life – own my journey, but it will be sweetened by some failure(s) spice.
When you do not meet up to the pace and standards set by the society, your family and friends, you call yourself a failure. This is your definition of failure. You consciously put yourself on a pedestal for the society to own and judge you. They tell you what a failure you are and how you could have done better – how your best is not good enough. Notice how your name switches from ‘fool’ to ‘stupid’, and from ‘dumb’ to ‘failure’.
You are not any of the name switches that come with the ‘failure brand’. In the middle of it all, I was lost in shame and pain but the one thing that would then help me through it was Love, Faith and Hope.
I never saw them coming. I refused to acknowledge or let them in but they had their way round my stiff-necked stake out. It was the kind words and the silly jocularly things that made me smile and laugh – they had found their way – they called it ‘Love’.
The warm hugs counted for a lot. The holding of hands and the tears shared went a long way. The whispered stories of Abraham Lincoln, Steve Harris and many others birthed ‘faith’ and strung ‘hope’ in line for a regenerated mind that was paralysed and plagued by negativity. The positive buzz from certain people comprising of family, friends and total strangers had put me on the path of bravery to try walking on waters again.
The fervency in prayers and seeking to build a relationship with an Immortal being consumed my entirety. My former acquaintances – doubts and fear – begged and threatened to deal with me if I ever cut off my allegiance to them.
It was time to move on. To believe in the process; because success will always be borne out of failure.
Come out of hiding. Wear your ‘cape’ of tribulation with faith, love…
Columnist Bio KLEB_1905 is an old-young human specie; always particular about sharing the wild imaginative characters in his head. He has seen God! He is a transactional lawyer, part time speaker, writer and a thespian. He’s an arts-lover, nature-lover, and a ‘love’ addict. He thinks he likes making friends but people say he is a glorified introvert – he knows this is not true, in doubt?? Ask IBK!