Monday, September 25, 2017

The Fury

I am mad at myself right now for being haste, careless, and self-confident for no legitimate reason.

Today was, or this month as a whole has been a constant reminder that I am not the smartest person in the room anymore.

It is fucking unbearable to be on the side of being dull, unimpressive, and insignificant. How has the matter come to the point where my egotistic self just resigns to this revelation? I am shocked.

It doesn't mean that I will give up and stop striving to become an intelligent man.

It is more of a mournful self-assessment that echoes in my mind for its painful honesty. Focus on the priorities, do your best at every task you deem is important.

And stop fucking disappoint myself.