The Smell of Failure

Ahh the smell of failure. It is such a pungent smell. It clings to you like a lover afraid to let go. It announces your entrance into a room like a harold singing your praise. Too polite to say anything, the crowd wrinkles its' collective noses and pretends your odor does not exist. The smell is almost visual. If your smell of failure had a color it would be a weak, muddy brown color. You have done everything to cover it up. Trying to succeed in jobs, you stumble and fall. Your relationships falter and fizzle out quickly. Everything you touch takes on your smell. Your miserable, wilting smell of failure.

An optimist, always you think that the next job, relationship, project that you try will succeed. You believe that it is others that make you a failure... You have yet to look inward and acknowledge that nay, it is no one but yourself creating the scent that clings to you.

A long time ago, you believed that the future was bright and yours for the taking. Excited to get up in the morning, you would bounce out of bed ready for anything that came your way. When did your shoulders start to slump? When did the cloud of despair and scent of failure start to attach itself to you? Why, the answer of course, is the day you stopped praying. Yes, that simple. It is the day you gave up. So now, despite your best efforts, everything you touch turns to shit (pardon my language). It turns to shit and the stench wraps itself around you tighter and tighter. Is it hard to breathe yet? It's hard for those around you to.

Take this little bit of advise and pray... If you don't pray for yourself, then for pete's sake, pray for those around you. Pray that we can abide a little longer the stench. We haven't left yet. We don't give up on friends that easily.