It’s interesting to know how others gauge success. For me, success is an elusive idea that I could never achieve no matter how hard I tried. Success occurs when you have achieved a perfect understanding of every aspect of your job, classes, friends, and of your self. Which is something that doesn’t actually happen. I have discovered through others that success could be much simpler than that. Coming back from any kind of failure and working as if that failure never happened is a success. Achieving a high score at the end of a school term is considered a success. I guess I gauge my own successes and failures on too harsh of a scale. I have currently achieved a 90% score in my college classes. Everyone is praising me and saying how I have done such a good job. Their praise leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. I didn’t achieve that score by working hard. I just merely did the work assigned. Though, I admit, if I tried I probably wouldn’t have scored much higher. While I have always achieved high grades in school I have never gotten a perfect score. Which is my personal failure. I guess you could say I have become complacent, and will always just do the work just so that I don’t have to face the failure of not being perfect.
There is a magic to writing. Creating a world upon a page. Characters filled with so much life you can see them right before your very eyes. You feel every emotion the writer felt as you watch the struggle unfold. If you don’t believe me I dare you to read something written by someone who didn’t feel their writing. in fact I dare you to write something and not feel the emotion in it. You can’t can you? When someone writes a story some kind of magic is cast on the writer and the reader.
My darkness is failing. It used to surround me, keeping me safe from the world. And now it is gone, almost like it never existed. Instead I see your smiling face, shining right there in front of me. You’ve have killed the darkness inside of me. Now I have is only you.