I hate failure. Not measuring up, missing the mark, falling short of the goal. That feeling after I think something through and say, "Man...where did that all go wrong?" It's been happening alot as of late. I can't seem to escape this overwhelming sense of duty that constantly goes unfulfilled. For the first time in my life, I've actually begun to give up on some of lost causes. I'd like to think that it's in favor of a more realistic approach, but sometimes the details inevitably get lost in translation somewhere. People start to hate you for that, at least their opinion of you changes. Does anybody believe me yet when I say that I don't care? I think they're starting to get the picture.
Maybe that's why I stopped setting goals for myself. I know, I know, that sounds bad, but it's really not as provocative as it may seem. Walk on me to get where you need to go. Step on me just to keep on keeping on. It's okay, I'm not going anywhere.
"God knows, I won't live a lie..."
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
