Why is it that we always remember our failures and never our accomplishments? All your accomplishments will never add up to one failure. That girl that got away, the job you never got, the lottery. Even Columbus must have felt like a failure…almost but not quite, close but no cigar. Even God is a failure, if not with you then with someone else, maybe even the world. Maybe the apocalypse already happened, maybe Jesus was the second coming, maybe Noah was the coca roach that kept us all alive, the parasite that refused to die, the dog that wouldn’t leave. Either way we have all failed and will fail. Eventually you realize that with each breath we will destroy something. Love, hate, someone else, ourselves….its just the chips falling into place.
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