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Glow-up, Grow-up.


           All my childhood, if I was not going to school or going with the crowd, I was afraid of trying 

new things, blocking myself from my full potential, but now I’m on the verge of being my own man, I realize

now that even failure, can teach me who I am. 

        Growing up I’ve tried to fit in, the most obvious way was the school sports. I did every one of them, 

basketball, football, baseball, and even golf. None of those worked out. I felt like a loser, it seemed anything 

I tried just brought me down. So the soultion I came up with was to stop doing those things, sense I was not

good at them. I though it would keep me from despair, but it didn’t, now I had no purpose. 

        So I started to look outwards of my community, and I found out that I liked shooting and railroads. The 

problem now was that nobody else liked them, but I realized that if I was only doing those other things to fit

in, then I really didn’t love them at all, but I love shooting and I love the trains, and it didn’t matter if no one

else did. WHY? Because it was who I am. It was through my failures that I came closer to discover myself,

to find what I love to do. 

        If you didn’t understand to what you just read, then please remember this. What ever you do, or do for,

love it. Because if you don’t love it then why do it? Back when I was trying those sports, I found some players 

that were really good of what they did, and they did become winners, but that was only because the loved “doing it”.

   Winning is just extra, the real success is the doing of it, because if you just want to win. You want it to be over, and you don’t want to do it. You just

want to win, and stop. So you don’t love the doing of it. That’s why the people we see are successful I life, win or lose

either way it goes, they don’t want to quit, and that’s the real success in life. 

 

 

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phumphries

19, Autistic, battered, but not beaten.

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