It's No Big Deal.
Title: It's No Big Deal
Rating: G? PG?
Fandom: Beyblade
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue
Summary: To be honest, failure was never truly an option.
IT’S NO BIG DEAL
To be honest, failure was never truly an option.
I was taught by two very different people in my life, the first was my Mother, right before she married Sergery and saw no following use for me, and the second was my Grandfather, who still keeps in touch despite facing life sentence in prison.
Both figures were very imposing and influenzal on my life, and both desperately tried to force their strong, yet most likely, morally wrong opinions into me.
Though surprisingly, the same general order was pushed. Do not fail.
And it’s not aimed at one specific thing. Not just sports or academics. No, they both wanted me to be the best, genetically, intellectually, athletically and visually.
And on a basis, I was, and it was all because of them.
My Mother was a failure. She had been obsessed with being something, and she had had the potential to soar. But alas, she married young and fell pregnant younger and those big dreams slowly drifted further and further away, depression, anger and cocaine slowly took their place.
Eventually, she stuck to one ‘moral’, one ‘ethic’ to pass onto her offspring.
Trying was the first step towards failure.
And without realising it, she’d inspired me. My Mother was scum. Caring little for her family, and even less for herself. I would be better than her, and I would make her proud. I would not fail.
Soon though, Father left and Sergery took his place. Any little optimism she may have had diminished and she became suicidal.
Then Grandfather came to my rescue.
Voltaire was different to Mother, everything about him screamed of money and success. Everything from the mansion he lived in, to his, ah hem, ‘interesting’ haircut.
I knew from the moment I saw him, that anything even implying failure or weakness would not be tolerated.
And thus, the second moral forced into my head.
‘Anyone who fails is trash underfoot; people unfortunate enough to not succeed at their missions. Shall. Be. Punished.’
Ah yes, that one stuck.
Voltaire lived upon this law and demonstrated to me many times his intolerance of failure.
He wanted me to be the best. His puppet, forever at his side as his son, my Father, had never done.
But then I met my teammates. MY team. A bunch of complete idiots who treated failure indifferently.
What had Tyson said?
Ah, yes. ‘It’s no big deal’
Yes. It is. Failure is the opposite of success, in my Mother’s case, it had resulted in depression and submissiveness. It had turned a strong-willed, aspiring young woman into a small, accepting creature. It had destroyed her.
In Grandfather’s case, he hadn’t been strong enough. He had been too reliable on the Demolition boys and myself. And when we had failed, so did he. He went to prison and is now paying for his failures.
It is a big deal. People celebrate over success and mourn over failure. It is biological, in a human beings nature.
Apparently, it is also natural to fail…not likely.
We fail because we are weak, we are weak because we bond to people, we make friends and we fall in love.
But I won’t. I will not fail. I won’t, because of my Mother. She needs me to succeed; I won’t, because of my Grandfather. He needs me to succeed to.
I won’t because failures never truly been an option.
Rating: G? PG?
Fandom: Beyblade
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue
Summary: To be honest, failure was never truly an option.
IT’S NO BIG DEAL
To be honest, failure was never truly an option.
I was taught by two very different people in my life, the first was my Mother, right before she married Sergery and saw no following use for me, and the second was my Grandfather, who still keeps in touch despite facing life sentence in prison.
Both figures were very imposing and influenzal on my life, and both desperately tried to force their strong, yet most likely, morally wrong opinions into me.
Though surprisingly, the same general order was pushed. Do not fail.
And it’s not aimed at one specific thing. Not just sports or academics. No, they both wanted me to be the best, genetically, intellectually, athletically and visually.
And on a basis, I was, and it was all because of them.
My Mother was a failure. She had been obsessed with being something, and she had had the potential to soar. But alas, she married young and fell pregnant younger and those big dreams slowly drifted further and further away, depression, anger and cocaine slowly took their place.
Eventually, she stuck to one ‘moral’, one ‘ethic’ to pass onto her offspring.
Trying was the first step towards failure.
And without realising it, she’d inspired me. My Mother was scum. Caring little for her family, and even less for herself. I would be better than her, and I would make her proud. I would not fail.
Soon though, Father left and Sergery took his place. Any little optimism she may have had diminished and she became suicidal.
Then Grandfather came to my rescue.
Voltaire was different to Mother, everything about him screamed of money and success. Everything from the mansion he lived in, to his, ah hem, ‘interesting’ haircut.
I knew from the moment I saw him, that anything even implying failure or weakness would not be tolerated.
And thus, the second moral forced into my head.
‘Anyone who fails is trash underfoot; people unfortunate enough to not succeed at their missions. Shall. Be. Punished.’
Ah yes, that one stuck.
Voltaire lived upon this law and demonstrated to me many times his intolerance of failure.
He wanted me to be the best. His puppet, forever at his side as his son, my Father, had never done.
But then I met my teammates. MY team. A bunch of complete idiots who treated failure indifferently.
What had Tyson said?
Ah, yes. ‘It’s no big deal’
Yes. It is. Failure is the opposite of success, in my Mother’s case, it had resulted in depression and submissiveness. It had turned a strong-willed, aspiring young woman into a small, accepting creature. It had destroyed her.
In Grandfather’s case, he hadn’t been strong enough. He had been too reliable on the Demolition boys and myself. And when we had failed, so did he. He went to prison and is now paying for his failures.
It is a big deal. People celebrate over success and mourn over failure. It is biological, in a human beings nature.
Apparently, it is also natural to fail…not likely.
We fail because we are weak, we are weak because we bond to people, we make friends and we fall in love.
But I won’t. I will not fail. I won’t, because of my Mother. She needs me to succeed; I won’t, because of my Grandfather. He needs me to succeed to.
I won’t because failures never truly been an option.