There exists an X, a destination, a mystery, a possibility. It may be treasure or it may be nothing. The point is not what it is, the point is going there. You do not chase X for guarantees. You chase it to find out.
It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else. If it stirs your blood, that’s enough. Maybe you want to become an athlete, a chess grandmaster, an artist… The point is, there’s something there… or maybe not. But you have to find out.
I’m not looking to become a successful version of myself, but the version that walks the path anyway, without certainty, without pretending.
Failure Is a Destination, Too
Not a shame, but an endpoint, a truth, a crown you earn by trying. We do not fear it; we revere it. Not trying puts you beneath failure, at least to fail, you have to earn it.
Effort Is Sacred
What matters is that you moved and reached the end. were you victorious? defeated? humbled? Maybe. But at least you dared to ask "What if?" and didn’t settle for dreaming the answer.
Honor is in the Attempt
In the scars, in the story and in saying: I failed, and I’m proud. Because I went.
There may be a treasure behind X, or maybe it’s just a scribble by a kid with crayons and infinite free time. But I chose to keep my eyes on it. I chose to suffer, to walk the walk no matter the result.
I don’t chase success.
I chase the end.
And if it means I’ll fail, then so be it.
Let me win, or let me burn,
Let me scream, let me cry,
Let me fall. Let me fail. But let me know.For I will not sit still and wonder.
I will move.I will earn my failure,
Or whatever waits behind X.