They’ll tell you: you failed. And once they have spoken, you musn’t believe them. You will though. You always do. Quietly you’ll sneak away to the corner, bury your head in the mess of spider webs and dust and weep. Now, I know what you’re thinking, each teardrop will contain the word failure in it, and then you’ll cry it all out. My dear, you are mistaken. Each fluid drop seeping from your eye will carry the word self esteem. Slowly you’ll lose it. It will fall into that corner, only to be found by distant bacteria. And eventually it’ll be gone. I should tell you though, your alternative. What would happen if you didn’t believe them. The sky will open up and reveal a whole new world of opportunity. Your clothes would no longer be stained with the droppings of longing. You’ll persevare, and then eventually you’ll quit. But don’t fret my friend, it’ll be the right time to discontinue whatever journey you are on. The sad thing is…. They’ll tell you: you failed. And once they have spoken, you musn’t believe them. You will though. You always do.