A Life in Words

We are taught as young adults or even as adults to let the failures of yesterday pass. We hear whispers that life is finite and you should never live on failures because you are going to make them. We hear poems and quotes, sweet little messages and riddles telling us how amazing life is through the success and even through the failures. A road less traveled or a mainstream highway does not depict where you will end up but only how you will end up there. But before those moments when we are pushed to be inspired, where we are told about moments that should make us stand up in front of our transgressions and our lifelong obstacles. Before when we were adolescence trying to form the habits that we would carry over into our adult lives we were pushed never to fail. Never to miss a class or a lecture fearing that the world would look down on us due to the fact we did not pass with flying colors. We were pushed to meet a time line, a deadline to become an adult. We were pushed and prodded to take the path that seemed so steady, beaten down by the many travelers before us. We were as children pushed and pushed to walk through the molding of a citizen and when we emerged the same as everyone else we were teased with the idea of individualism. We were fed the temptations of being creative. And here we stand at the corner of our young lives trying to decide whether we should listen to the god given whispers of creativity that come spewing out of our hearts or should we keep walking the pace that we had made habitual not that long ago. Here we stand trying to hear what the mentors in our lives are telling us or trying to remember what they had told us.