Looking on the bright side
Right off the bat. Yeah. I failed History. I'm not pissed about that, nor am I upset. The feeling is one of shock, and stunned into silence.
It's one of those moments where you are slapped so hard in your face, you lose vocal capacity, together with the side of your face feeling numb from the pain.
Am I moping about it? I did. Yeah. I sat in that room for goodness knows how long, letting this sink in. Letting the fact that I failed, sink in. It wasnt the words of MrS that gave me that hope, nor was it those pats on the back or the words spoken around me.
It was just simply the realisation that tomorrow will be a better day.
Foolish naivety? It might be to some, but for now, it's enough for me. And that's what matters. I didn't expect to fail. Oh hell no, I expected to ace the damn thing. But that's me. And the huge slap in the face served as just another wake up call.
It was the reminder to not think I'm that damn good, to not rest on my laurels. All throughout my life, my teachers have told me that I'm complacent, I think I'm better than I am. This just underlines that. I allowed myself to get carried away, being too pleased with the questions that came out.
But that's today. Tomorrow, will be a better day, simply because I believe so.
God works in many wonderful ways unknown to man. He knew I was banking on my History to pass so that I wouldnt be too worried about the others. So I'm just gonna presume that He took away my banker, and is going to help me promote with the other two lousier subjects. And you know what? I'm perfectly fine with that. I believe and I hope that my faith will see me through. I am but a man. I know He has plans for me, plans not to harm me but to prosper me. And I'll say this over and over again, "Not my will, but Yours be done".
I'll hold on to the belief that in the long run, it'll turn out alright, by the grace of God.
Who knows? Maybe if I'd gotten my way, I would have been even more proud and cocky and complacent, setting me up for a bigger fall in the long run.
It all turns out for the better. There's a silver lining even in the darkest cloud, a rainbow at the end of every thunderstorm.
At this point, Daniel declares that he is over failing History, and is looking forward to tomorrow.
New day, new hope.
Let go, Let God.
I will.
One question
So, I interrupt the story about 36, which has yet to be fully updated. I'm working on updates, which will be up soon, I hope.
But since I'm currently working on something monumental, something life-changing, something I sure as hell have never done before. Yes, Daniel is working on something that he has never tried before, and like all things he does, it's gonna be a half-assed, cowardly approach which is down to as usual, Daniel's lack of guts.
The people who are in the know probably already know what I'm referring to.
And yes, I anticipate thousands of flip-flops over which path to choose.
It's not an easy decision, but life's like that, innit?
I'm sounding like a noobish pansy, but well, maybe I am.
One thing is for sure though. The next few days, weeks, months are gonna be hell.
And to round this all up, I just have one question.
Who wants to volunteer to be the person Daniel vents his frustrations upon after all decisions are made, irreversible and the consequences start unfolding?
Daniel is signing off.
