The Finish Line.
What does the finish line of success look like? Is there a stack of money waiting for you at the end? Or is it pride and a sense of self prophecy? Many people will say things like “If you want success you just have to go out there and get it”. To many people, this statement is very true. A lot have an formidable drive that brings an impressive tunnel vision. Others will have a harder time. While each path is perfectly different, how the fuck are we supposed to know if we’re on that golden path? Sometimes I see others way ahead of me on their path and it makes me feel like I’m failing or losing the game. Am I just a slow jogger? Should I pick up the pace or am I going at a safe pace?
A lot of the time I think about how life unfolds and the situations we get ourselves into. Not all of the decisions we make can be a huge power move that will skyrocket us to our goals. Some decisions, if not many, are made because we have no other option. Many times I have made a decision based on what my life looked like at that specific moment in time. A few were questionable, but I stand behind them one hundred percent. Some of these decisions left me in a place where I felt as if I was at the bottom of a sinkhole. Although I felt really pitiful towards myself, I had to remember that this decision wasn’t the final one. I had to be my biggest sponsor in the race to my success. Not only financially but through emotional support as well.
Your road to success may not be short or sweet. Your road may be cracked and filled with potholes that sometimes pop a tire, but that doesn’t stop someone from driving on it. Most of the streets in Los Angeles are the worst I have seen and people still speed along determined to see their destination. The end of your road might not even be a success in your career. It could simply be happiness. Success shouldn’t always mean money, even though this country seems to drive the idea into our brains. The finish line should be contentment, something that brings you joy and ease. If money and fame bring you that feeling, chase after it with all your might. Just be sure to take your time, move at your own pace. You might be a slow jogger but you’ll get there when you’re ready.
My name is Bri. I am a twenty- one year old trying to survive in Los Angeles.