I’ve been waking up feeling like each day will be the day that the world will take notice that I have no idea what I’m doing, I don’t want to pretend that I have the answers because I don’t. Maybe it’s just a phase and the feeling that I’m a spinning wheel will fade, I just can’t help but think, “When?” After all who can take constantly being confused and overwhelmed with matters that have little to no significance in the betterment of you as a person? “Not I,” says this Mauricio.
I understand that going through difficult situations especially overcoming adverse conditions help to build resilience and open doors but honestly where do we draw the line?
I guess what it comes down to is that I see life as a game, futbol, tennis or baseball—whatever sport you prefer. You start the game; you enter the arena feeling like the ultimate badass, confidence radiating from your skin, everyone can sense it. Your fans i.e. your family and friends are cheering you on with unconditional support; your in your element, or at least so you thought. The game starts and your doing great, making runs, scoring points—your bloated ego is feeding off of the excitement from everyone on the sidelines and bleachers. But then you stop doing well, balls start flying everywhere, you can’t keep up, your being outrun and then balls hit you in the testicles, then another, not fun, right? My question, how long can we continue playing our game where we are simply spinning wheels going no where?
I understand that going through difficult situations especially overcoming adverse conditions help to build resilience and open doors but honestly where do we draw the line?
I guess what it comes down to is that I see life as a game, futbol, tennis or baseball—whatever sport you prefer. You start the game; you enter the arena feeling like the ultimate badass, confidence radiating from your skin, everyone can sense it. Your fans i.e. your family and friends are cheering you on with unconditional support; your in your element, or at least so you thought. The game starts and your doing great, making runs, scoring points—your bloated ego is feeding off of the excitement from everyone on the sidelines and bleachers. But then you stop doing well, balls start flying everywhere, you can’t keep up, your being outrun and then balls hit you in the testicles, then another, not fun, right? My question, how long can we continue playing our game where we are simply spinning wheels going no where?
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