I'm stuck because I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of disappointing everyone who put faith in me. But mostly, I'm afraid of letting her down. I was supposed to be more, I was supposed to be better. Now as I find myself looking back at my life, the irony is clearly transparent. It's as if everything led to this profound realisation. Every decision, every mistake, every success guiding me to the ultimate truth. I was always meant to fail...
The most authentic thing about being human is our ability to create, to endure, to overcome, and to be greater than our suffering. But the thing they don't tell you while you're growing up, is that once you do, you have to accept that some dreams aren't destined to come true. As silly as it may sound, that's really the only thing I've ever truly loved about myself - my ability to dream, to aspire, to imagine a world unlike any other. Now as I sit here, broken from the tragedy of it all, it seems that the boy who seemed so strong, at long last crumbled. The boy who swore he would never stop trying, quit...
