For the last 7 months I have made it my personal business to fail more than anyone I actually know. Attempt after attempt after attempt. The failure has not killed me, therefore I have reason to believe it will pay off in the long run. In the present moment I feel like my face is falling off, and my kidney’s are failing (metaphorically). When you want something so bad, and you know you’re putting forth effort and getting microscopic glimpses of forward progress it’s bittersweet.
It’s agonizing. It’s the fucking game we play when we take on our desires. Here’s to 1,000 more failed attempts, and a better understanding of my fears, goals, and aspirations. I want to continue to fail fast, and learn faster.