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Tomorrow marks the beginning of the end Of the final two years. What was said to be the easy part. You all tell me not to worry so much, But I still do. What if I don’t do enough? What if I make some monumental mistake? Some epic failure never to be forgiven. You tell me not to fear the failure, But it feels as though that is all the universities And my future bosses will be able to see. Each a mark against me In this over competitive world. But shouldn’t the bosses and the Universities See the growth from the failure And not the failure itself? To me, that makes more sense. I would much rather work with someone Who took a risk, failed and overcame it. Than someone who didn’t even try And got it right the first time around. So, maybe you are right. Maybe I can’t sweat the small stuff. Maybe things will just fall into place. But maybe they won’t. Maybe I’ll fail.
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Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 9:05 PM UTC
Failure
Tomorrow marks the beginning of the end Of the final two years. What was said to be the easy part. You all tell me not to worry so much, But I still do. What if I don’t do enough? What if I make some monumental mistake? Some epic failure never to be forgiven. You tell me not to fear the failure, But it feels as though that is all the universities And my future bosses will be able to see. Each a mark against me In this over competitive world. But shouldn’t the bosses and the Universities See the growth from the failure And not the failure itself? To me, that makes more sense. I would much rather work with someone Who took a risk, failed and overcame it. Than someone who didn’t even try And got it right the first time around. So, maybe you are right. Maybe I can’t sweat the small stuff. Maybe things will just fall into place. But maybe they won’t. Maybe I’ll fail.
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Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 9:05 PM UTC
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