To fail

My dearest you.

I had a meeting today Et this was the topic. I gave my all twice.

First i was a hero without the briefcase, second I sort of stopped listening to the world Et listened to me. As you age you become wiser, you step closer to accepting yourself with all the flaws that you are.

Imperfections are in our dna.

There are many things I want that I have not received. As little as five. Of course I am not going to share what they are, that’s my secret. They are the powerful 5. I think if you cross that number, you are living an unwanted life. I get it though,

I see what one man wants, another is ready to throw away for better.

life isn’t ever going to play fair chess with you. So it’s best to let it be what it is suppose to be. Whatever it is, it’s your compass.
We will be at many points, many of us will remain broken, a few of us will love someone that we may never be with. Whilst the rest become more miserable in their story.
To me failure is not trying to accept. We often think failure to be financial poverty. No it’s not knowing what you are, who you are Et what you believe to be verifiable.
Welcome to life. As true is it as the definition of success is altered as you become older, wiser. Happier, angst, amongst great other feelings, someday we fall to failure but then hopefully we fall to rise.
Again. I hope this for you if you have fallen.

Your writer,
RS

Lyrical:

“Mauvais caractère mais toi tu m’intimides
Novembre, sagittaire, je m’en fous qu’on soit pas compatible
Je fais confiance à mon instinct
Je sais qu’au lit on se sent bien
Que dans mes bras tu dors bien
Que tu crush sur mon parfum
Et si tu me mens je veux jamais le savoir
Et si tu me manques tu vas jamais le savoi.”

Say send me madame Marie, my French is sorrowful like I’m, I don’t know say teriibllle.