Today I learned an important lesson in obstacles, well technically I didn’t. See, I’m learning to drive and I realise that acquiring a new skill no matter the difficulty requires a sufficient amount of practice, but that didn’t stop me from being angry at myself. I was driving, everything was hunky-dory and I got to traffic lights and I stalled like five times and I was panicking and the lights turned red and it was goddamn awful. The thing is that I knew how to drive the damn car, there was just something in me that shut down and I couldn’t figure out for the life in me what I was doing.
Kid, it wasn’t that I didn’t know how to do it, it was the voice, the tiny fucking insignificant voice in my head that was willing me to mess up. I’ll be the first to admit I screw up pretty much every single thing I do the first time I do it, hell the first few times I do it, but that doesn’t stop me. You see you might not expect it, but I am one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet. I refuse to let anybody tell me that I can’t do something, I refuse to let myself tell me I can’t do something.
This world is unkind and unfair and it’s going to knock you down far more often than you deserve, but as long as you get back up and fight back twice as hard, you’ll do fine kid. I believe in you.