What happens when your hopes and dreams are just a stone throw away? It’s like in marathons, it feels good to finally see the finish line; all you have to do is sprint the last mile… until your legs give up on you. You end up on a stretcher. This is not what I had in mind.
So how does it feel to lose everything you’ve worked for, everything you have? Painful. Tell me about it. It’s like dislocating your shoulders, over-sunburn-ing your back, removing your third molar, having hemorrhoids. It feels like those things combined and more. It feels like a terrible migraine. It’s like burning at the stake, cutting off your fingers, losing your eyes... I can’t really explain. I just know I don’t want to be in that situation… ever.
But shit happens right?
No matter how much we deny it, it’s there. No matter how much we avoid it, it’s there in front of us. No matter how much we try to conceal it, it’s not going to go away. Pain. Suffering. Misery. All part of what we feel when we lose a dream. When we lose a real dream. When we lose everything. When we are so close to the thing we long for, yet a breath too far. We are shattered. I hate that feeling. We all do. But shit happens. All the time.
We blame ourselves for not trying hard enough. For not being able to make the final move. The extra mile. For not making it. Yes, we need countless efforts to achieve those goals. We need to provide 100% commitment, combining it with skills and talents, history, pride, determination, perseverance, and the sheer will to succeed—whether in business, in career, in education, in relationships, or in life. But sometimes, most of the time, those are just not enough.
Maybe shit happens for a reason. Maybe the price we have to pay is not enough. We really can’t afford those dreams at this circumstance. Or maybe, it’s just not for us. What do I have to pay to reach those dreams? It’s attainable. I came so darn close. But it’s not for me?
We can all pretend all we want. Pretend that maybe there is a reason why runners come short of finishing the marathon, or why some advertising pitches don’t sell, or why love isn’t enough to save a relationship, or why shooting stars always fail to hit the earth. Dreams shattered. Maybe there is a reason. Whatever.
It doesn’t matter. Because we’re miserable and we can’t handle the truth.
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