The lowering sun turns the farm land gold,
reminding me of the life I will never have.
I fly down the highway, back to my life in the city.
Back to the abusive grip of "the man."
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Running from Failure
I don't try to succeed; I try not to fail. To some this may seem the same, but it is not. It is the difference between running toward something versus running away from something. Despite this approach, I have found success. At least what could be viewed as success.
But this strategy can only take you so far and I am starting to see the edges of it. I am starting seeing beyond "not failing," for I have acheived that, and looking to something perhaps more akin to a goal. I have a good job that pays me well and I could continue to not fail at it. Or I could follow those fledgling thoughts of wanting to contribute to change in our world, to do some good. To jump in the water, ignore my fear of drowning, and keep my eyes on the far shore. To balance trying not to fail with trying to succeed. Can I aim to dreams, rather than avoid overblown nightmares? I'd better try. Or I may end up pretty, wealthy, intelligent, but alone, renting, and have contributed more to the wealth of others than the good of society.
But this strategy can only take you so far and I am starting to see the edges of it. I am starting seeing beyond "not failing," for I have acheived that, and looking to something perhaps more akin to a goal. I have a good job that pays me well and I could continue to not fail at it. Or I could follow those fledgling thoughts of wanting to contribute to change in our world, to do some good. To jump in the water, ignore my fear of drowning, and keep my eyes on the far shore. To balance trying not to fail with trying to succeed. Can I aim to dreams, rather than avoid overblown nightmares? I'd better try. Or I may end up pretty, wealthy, intelligent, but alone, renting, and have contributed more to the wealth of others than the good of society.
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