What to Tell Yourself When Your Failures Start to Limit You

As I was sorting my files on my Google drive, I came upon this piece I wrote (but never published anywhere) in Feb of 2017. I actually forgot about it after writing it. But, I know seeing it again this new year is no accident. It’s a great read to help me start 2018.

P.S. Yeah, I’m back at it (sort of). I just feel the need to share this. To share is why I blog, I remembered. Sooooo, I hope you get inspired and cheered up the same way I did. ❤


Your past failures will always haunt you. They will make your life a horror story and paralyze you with fear every waking day. They can limit you, make you lose your hope in yourself and in the world. With their tiny yet powerful voices, they will tell you to stop going.

The voices of the ghosts of your past will always be loud and haunting, but how they will affect you solely depends on you. Will you entertain and welcome them into the doors of your thoughts or silence them before they can silence you?

Your failed resolutions, career, relationships, and dreams are all things of the past. Don’t let them weigh you down forever. Take them with you in the future only as lessons. You’ve got forever to go — many years still ahead of you.

Cry as much as you want and let your tears wash down all the labels your past failures marked all over your soul. Free yourself.

Never let anyone belittle you and define you for your past failures, especially yourself. Fake hope until it becomes real to you because one day, in the moment you least expect it, someone will see all of you and still see potential.

Someone will see you past your failures. He will see you not as a hopeless project but a gem in the making. He will see the great future you’ve been failing to see yourself — the future that’s been clouded by the mistakes you used to define and dictate you and your life.

It won’t be easy. Pity parties will always be inviting. But after you tire yourself from crying and seeing yourself short, get back up. Never give up on yourself. You owe yourself that.

When opportunities start to knock again at your door, leave whatever you’re doing and welcome them before your fears knock them over. You’re only a few steps away to be back in your game.

However, if you happen to fail again; remember that our God is a God of never-ending chances. Don’t be afraid to humble yourself and take another chance He offers you today and will offer you for always.

Don’t be too hard on yourself.
You are more than your failures.

Give yourself a chance to start again.
Don’t let your past limit you.

Cheers to #AllThingsNew for 2018!


Update:
Today, March 2, this piece got published on Thought Catalog! 
Here’s the link: http://tcat.tc/2FJvuoE 

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#HAIKUllection | A Series of Haikus V

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Rest your weary feet.
There’s a longer road to take.
Pause, but do not quit.

| Pause | 092917 |

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When hope is missing,
Know that it’s not yet the end.
Your story goes on.

| Semicolon | 083117 |

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In the raging seas
when I’m too close to sinking,
Your light gives me hope.

| Lighthouse | 101117 |

P.S. This is dedicated to anyone suffering from depression or any circumstance in life that drags them down.
In line with Mental Health Awareness Month, dear you, #KeepGoing. Here’s a virtual hug too!

 

What Demanded to be Felt

For the past few weeks, pain and heartaches demanded themselves to be felt. Family stuff. Sickness. Insecurities. Conflicts. Arguments. Resurfacing ghosts. And a lot more. When they came, they poured. And when life started the downpour, it chose to stay for long. When it rained on me, it definitely poured.

I always know myself to be the person with a high tolerance to pain — both the physical and emotional kind. Life and circumstances trained me well. But when I thought that I was so used to such heartaches, I was wrong. I had a break down.

Pain, no matter the weight or the intensity, is still pain. Sometimes, people will see our pain as petty, ‘first-world problems,’ etc. and make us question ourselves. Why? They won’t always see past the facade and see through the histories and backstories. But I learned that one way to deal with pain is to acknowledge it. Only then can we determine how to deal and overcome it.

Whatever form pain pours into our lives, it always and will always demand itself to be felt. But, it doesn’t and shouldn’t end there.

Will I let myself soak in the pain? Will I let it devour my hopes and the promises I believe in? Will I choose to be forever miserable over pain that is only fleeting? Will I let it handicap and chain me? Will I let it devour me or will I surrender it all to God?

Often times, when the doors are closed and I’m all by myself, I cry. I pour my heart out to the One who listens, understands, and knows the words I even fail to utter — Someone who knows pain because He has experienced worst. And little by little, I’ll feel relieved not because He has taken away my pain and heartaches; it’s because I am reminded yet again of His promises and of the bigger picture ahead of me.

It’s quite cliche and confusing yet timely that on those days and nights that my heart feels truly broken, His Word reminds me this:

And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.” – Romans 8:28

I know that I’m no perfect and consistent lover in this relationship I have with God, but I also know that all things — both the good and the not-so-good ones — that are happening in my life all contribute to the bigger picture He has planned ahead for me.

At times, I even let out a plethora of why’s. And then, I will be reminded that most often God won’t change my circumstances because He is more concerned in changing and transforming me to be a better version of myself.

I won’t always figure out the answers to my why’s but He will still be God. It is and will never be easy, but now I know that I’m not alone. Never.

Though I fail to see the good in the bad at times, He never fails to remind me of His sovereignty. The things that happened for the past few weeks (my birthday week included) may not all be good, but He still is good. He is and He will always be.

So dear self, I hope you choose well. I pray you choose to hope — not on the good and sunny finish line but on God Himself, your greatest reward, the One who never left you since you first decided to let Him run with you.

So dear heart, take heart. When pain that comes from circumstances out of your control demands itself to be felt, remember that all things work together for your ultimate good.

Cry if you may but don’t let youself drown in your miseries. Choose your battles well. ❤