My thoughts on Ideadibia’s “Failure” inspired this post.
Yes, Failure hurts, it sucks, it flogs one’s self-esteem, it brings up irrational feelings of shame.
It makes you wonder at those who forever glide through life under the constantly poofy cloud of Success. Those lucky people seemingly unscathed by Failure, perpetually basking in a lifetime of good fortune. They even appear to be quite amused with a World which they are convinced will never scratch them.
The laughable rhetorical questions that dance in your head, “Does God have favourites?” 😀
Seam ripper | Source: Google images
Rather remarkably, Failure makes you more appreciative of Success. The gratitude from finally (more…)
So, someone I know gave me gist of her conversation with a someone she knows, and it went thus:
My someone: I am traveling tomorrow o
Her someone: PJ ?
My someone: *blank confused stare*
Her someone: (ever so casually) Private Jet
My someone: (amused laugh) ah no, commercial
Who’d have thought that private jets would become so mainstream in certain circles, considering the harsh economic realities in Nigeria (ignore the gasp-inducing outlier that is the senators’ salaries)?.
Perhaps, it provides room for the less fortunate to be inspired and to aspire to be whatever it is that affords one the PJ life, but the wide income gap is rather disheartening.
My “must-not -blink” face
Well, I made a lovely new dress and I flew commercial with Burda Air :-D. It was my first time (more…)