The tests we have in life – school examinations or job performance evaluations – are seldom reliable and should not be considered bases for assessing your capabilities. If you pass or if you fail, it does not mean that you are superior or inferior to others; the real test is if you know how to deal with failure…and if you know how to handle success.
The cool wind stirring through his hair and filling his nostrils, he opened his mouth to take in a deep breath of this sweet, new life, for he had finally made it to the top of the top; the summit of the mountain we call success. It felt good, really good there at the top, except for an acute, tugging pain in his abdomen that seemed to be nagging sadistically, cackling at him like an old witch, “There’s only one direction you can go now, buddy – hee-hee hee!”
While I was falling, my last thoughts were of Dr. Morrow and his quest for a miracle cure. Now (as detached from life’s everyday struggles as one could be) the solution seemed obvious.
My life was ruined by a series of mistakes made and attributable only to me.
Now, I feel like a cut flower in a vase, patiently waiting to die.
In my frustrated urgency I began pounding, trying to bust the lone port-o-potty door open. Amid all the commotion, I heard a deep drawl informatively resound, “Occupado.”
“This way,” I said— leading her through the inferno. When I turned around to check, all I saw were flames engulfing the exit.