Everywhere I go, there’s some story. I’m always hearing the story of people who have reached the peak of success, from whispers on the street to a grand announcement on CNN. They’re all the same. There’s a pattern in each and every one of them. It almost seems like the more you suffer, then the more triumphant you’ll come out, and you know what? It’s true.
It’s true that the ones who have received the most blows, who’ve endured all taunts, those who’ve been hungered, those who have worked, and have sacrificed, always seem to come out outshining all others. As for “others,” they pale in comparison. We pale.
As they say, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them, but those are not the only ‘categories.’ We’ve forgotten the ones who’ve failed. Given up. Whether that’s just deciding that you won’t pursue the dream from childhood anymore, or whether it means taking your own life. They’re seen as tragedies, and that’s it. All the attention goes to those stories of people who succeed, but then all we get is a casual glance, and then left to bleed.
Focus on the solution, not the problem. But sometimes, it’s the solution, deeply hidden in the problem, buried under the pain and the darkness that seems to come to life from our nightmares. People seem to hear just what they want to hear, and all the rest fade into the background. You think, “It doesn’t affect us.”
It doesn’t affect us.
But it will, eventually. Because that’s how life works. The world will pound you, hurt you, until there’s no more flesh left to cut. Pain comes out of nowhere, and is horrifically hard to get rid of. No, time doesn’t heal all wounds. Whenever things seem to be going just right, there’s always one last boulder to run into, to break bone.
So take it from someone who was never good enough. Don’t give up. Because someday you’ll be that success story. You’ll be that shining happy person we all want to be, even if it will be short-lived. There is no paradise. There is no paradise until everything fades to black. Not until you go to sleep and never wake up, becoming another name on a slab of rock in a park of millions, upon millions.
So hey, why not just carpe diem, because you know what? YOLO. You do only live once, and it may not seem like the best gift, but it is one. You were generously given life, so even though it has its twists and turns, and ups and downs, ride it like a rollercoaster. Because unlike a real rollercoaster, you can’t ride again.
Don’t succumb to the pain. Defeat it so you have tricks up your sleeve when it comes seeking a fight again.
Oh, and one last thing. Eff you, media.