The first piece of writing I ever wrote was rubbish. And I kept on adding more rubbish. Then I wrote something else. And then someone said I was a retard. And I wanted to prove them wrong.
I’ve failed time and time again. In all aspects of life.
The first novel I self-published sold 4 copies in 4 months. It got a single 2 star review on Goodreads, and then I unpublished the damn thing.
And yet I didn’t give up.
The thing is, if you live your life the way you want it, sooner or later, you’ll fail at something. You’ll fall, and it’s of utmost importance that the fall doesn’t break you.
Pain is temporary. It may last for a minute, or an hour or a day, or even a year. But eventually, it will subside. And something else takes its place. If I quit, however, it will last forever. – Eric Thomas
The first time you fail, it’s painful. It feels as if you’re never going to regain trust. It’s as if some part of you just went missing. And you might spend an awful lot of time searching for it.
We never truly lose hope, but we do lose strength and courage. And without them, hope is just like taking painkillers to fight off an infection. It takes away the pain, but it doesn’t fix anything.
When that happens, we don’t expect to rise up again. We just hope for it, we just dream for an invisible hand to pick us up.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. – Confucius
Making art is failing. Time and time again, we reach for something we don’t even know exists, and time and time again, we get closer and closer to reaching it… but we never do.
So I fail quite often. And yet I don’t give up. I keep on writing, more and more, and I add more failures on top of the previous ones.
The funny thing is that those failures become a ladder you can use to climb your way to what dream you want to make come true.
Everything I am, everything I have, and everything I write is just the culmination of years and years of failing. So, if there’s anything worthy of appreciation in me, it’s just that: I’ve failed so many times that I’ve become somewhat good at something.
Odds are that I live thousands and thousands of miles away from you. We’ve never met, and most likely never will, and the truth is that you can read what I write simply because eight years ago I was stupid enough to think writing was easy. When I was proved wrong, I didn’t give up.
I try to end my posts with a strong line. Tonight I’m just gonna quote Winston Churchill: If you’re going through hell, keep going.