Rage

I’m ashamed to say I flew into a cloud of rage this morning after picking up my shattered side-mirror from the roadside. My happy-go-lucky mood suddenly soured by yet another hit and run incident.

This is the fourth incident of a hit and run on someone near and dear to me in the past year (two of them occurring to me personally) and the whole thing has left me feeling downtrodden. The worst part of it all is that I wanted to take my fury out on some poor bugger in an empty attempt at seeking retribution. 

It’s more than the thousands of dollars that have sailed out of my bank account. It’s the fact that not one of these individuals stepped forward to take responsibility for their actions.

When we consistently fail to put up our hand, turning our back on our failures, we risk becoming the very people we instinctively loathe. Cheaters and freeloaders.

The very definition of success depends on one’s ability to rise above failure.

Confronting the pain is how we come away stronger than ever. 

Xo