The Price For The Goal

The Price For The Goal | Ecency

Unless one is born with a silver spoon, there is always this pressure to want to step up and become a better person.

Personally, each time I look at my life, my background, and my environment, I am spurred to want to do something differently.

My parents aren't rich, although they did all they could to give my siblings and me a better life, I can still tell that life is not easy; the struggle is obvious.

Growing up even made things worse. One has to start taking responsibility at a tender age, not because our parents are pleased with it, but because you know their strength is not enough to carry all of you.

Knowing what life is out there, I keep pressuring myself to go beyond my limits to ensure that I become better, not just for myself but for my family and those around me.

I can't afford to watch my siblings go through the struggles I faced, and the sad reality is: unless someone stands in the gap and brings salvation, they will have to suffer it.

It hurts me when I walk around and see young people with talents and energy remain small because they have no one to support them.

You see young people who ought to be thriving, living from hand to mouth. They have visions but can't reach them because they have no one to help them.

I am not trying to make anyone emotional, but honestly, if you come from a poor background, life seems to be against you. Even what you merit sometimes would be denied to you.

This is my burden, this is what gives me restless nights. If you were in my shoes, I bet you would beat your bodies even harder than I am doing to see that you succeed.

I can remember the kind of opportunities I missed because I had no one to stand for me. No rich uncle, no politician, no influential person anywhere.

I remember how many times I went to beg people to help get certain opportunities. Those who were willing to help are handicapped because they do not have what it takes, and those who have what it takes gave promises that dissipated into thin air eventually.

I really don't want to see my loved ones suffer the same. I desire to be a saviour to my family and those around me.

People who come from small backgrounds shouldn't be humiliated and evicted from opportunities.

The fear of failure is my fire; I feel as if I fail, i won't be the only one at loss. So, if you ask me whether I push myself too hard sometimes, I will say “yes,” it's obvious, but trust me, I am still ready to go further; I don't have any other option.

To be frank, when things don't go as planned, I feel hurt terribly. And it's part of the reasons why I am limited too.

The desire to be right and perfect has always made me someone who is scared to make mistakes.

I am being overly careful with almost everything. The question, “What if it doesn't work?” pops up in my head each time I want to try something, and it's frustrating.

It looks like a good thing, but it has kept me from being open to trying things out, especially when I know that the chance of failing is high.

Yes, I am being too hard on myself. I can feel it, but I think that pressure is worth it at this point in my life.