Failure is still a result

Whenever something goes awfully wrong, that strange thought always saves me. It always keeps me going. The thought is:

failure is still a result, but quitting isn’t.

I’ve failed at every-fucking-thing I’ve ever, EVER tried. But not on a single occasion I surrendered to bad fortune.

 

You can make me admit I’m weak. You can even make me admit I don’t stand a chance. But you can’t make me act like I’m weaker than I really am. You can’t make me abandon whatever pathetic amount of energy I have left to use. You can’t make me give up.

I will always stand up to my own inferiority, whether it’s stronger than me or not.

I can’t carry a simple tune even if it has handles attached to it, but I do still play the guitar. I can’t scribble even a rough outline of a human figure, but I do still draw.

The trick is to keep going.

Hearing a yes is only a question of how many no’s it takes hearing. That’s what I learned from working as a flyer distributor in my teens. You offer your flyers to literally every single person you see. The first one says “no thanks”. The second one silently rejects it with a gesture. The third one makes you feel like you’re fucking invisible. Then the fourth… the tenth… and so on.

The trick is to keep going.

The trick is to keep believing it doesn’t mean nobody will ever accept what you offer.

How long you can last under pressure of constant rejection is how possible it is for you
to be accepted.