The one thing we're all good at
Its the thing the everyone dreads feeling, yet loves to watch happen... Failure. I am so afraid of failure, that my throat closes at the very thought. My biggest fear is letting those I love down. Disapointing them, as though pleasing others is my life's purpose. We are all afraid to fail... So why do we rejoice when others do. Does it make us feel warm inside like we must, in some minutely pitiful way, be more of a person because we have succeeded where others did not? Or could it be blind ignorant pride. Just as a child grabs a bat confident that the first swing will make contact, so do we watch others fall short, and expect to instantly do better than they have done. Where is our humility and compassion? I am in no way pointing fingers. I quite possibly have one of the most prideful hearts ever opened, but I want to change so bad. i want to help others along, even if my goals are left behind.