Six months ago I wrote my last piece on this Substack where I discussed how fleeting one’s importance can be, likening myself to Icarus in some way just before I put the pen down and never wrote a single article ever again.
…until today.
It’s interesting how so much has changed with me: leaving a career in Brand & Product Strategy, pivoting into Quantitative Finance, turning twenty-four, and watching everything I thought I knew unravel before my very eyes. I must say, the past six months have felt like a year to me and I most definitely didn’t see any of it coming.
Now that I think about it maybe I do like it that way — or I’m making myself believe I do.
**insert one hour pause where I forget what to write because there’s so much to say**
So let me tell you what’s the most interesting thing I have been doing lately, it’s called failing. Yes, 100%, you read that right — failing. Now don’t confuse this with stagnation or regression this is the kind where for example, let’s say you’re planning to take a leap from one side of a deep gutter to another, and for the sake of drama you’re out of breath panting like the pack of wolves rapidly closing in on you from behind. What do you do, you jump — but you don’t make it to the other side.
Sadly you landed on the slanted edge of the other side scraping your palms and knees while a third of your body is smeared in week-old excrement from God-knows-where.
Oh, I forgot to mention the excrement!
Yes, well, that’s because it’s night time and neither do you know how far the gutter stretches, you also can’t see past your nose but jump you must. However what’s important here is you have made a move and failed while doing it, but you failed forward. It’s a disturbing picture to paint and quite an image when you do try to see it in your mind’s eye but, that’s how life is — at least so far, for me anyway.
I can’t say I like the shit I get thrown into or thrown at, but it does feel good to know I’m a few steps away from deeply widening the gap between me and the pack of wolves (poverty & Nigeria, to name a few) behind me.
Here’s a return from a six month-long hiatus, and to failing forward.
Salut!
I am definitely rooting for you, and I can't wait for the next update.
you have always been my favorite writer and I can definitely relate to this part of life because I am stuck.