8th July 2015
They are there for you to know where you stand. It is something to define who you are, what you are made of. Fufilling them is no easy task, for each expectation is like a checkpoint in a marathon. It stretches and pulls the mark further from you every time you’re about to hit it. It is a game of tag, with a twist of it not being able to stop.
Life’s full of expecations. You have to do this because you are supposed to. You must do that because you got to. It is expected that you do those that are expected of you. Failure is not an option, because it is expected of you.
Giving up. A phase many experience before arriving at the finish line. Imagine this, where you can see the finish line. Pain, blood, sweat and hard work poured into your efforts to achieve the beautiful dream. Achieving what is expected of you. It feels like a boulder resting on your shoulders. Heavy and bulky granite cutting into your bones. Only when you make it past the end point with it, then people will begin to acknowledge your presence. Fatigue hit you hard, and you relaxed your shoulders. It felt good. You relax your muscles more. Blood started to flow and you could breathe again. Finally you gave in to the faint voice echoing in your head,
“It’s too hard..”
The giant boulder fell and broke into a million pieces.
I’ll do it again. I’ll try harder. I’ll give it my best. People ain’t going to listen to that.
“Look kid, you had your shot. You failed. Now go somewhere else.”
Droplets of water splattered on the debris as your tired coarse hands covered your face. Warm trinklets of regret streaked down as you bit your lips to stop the pain. The blame is on you, and you only have yourself to blame. A whisper of regret would last an eternity. But if one thing is for sure, and you are sure of it, picking up the pieces would be like shredding new skin.
“I tried my best.”
Find Yourself. 