Failure Isn't an Option
A Soul Chat and A Love Letter to My Ancestors: Thank You for My Fire.
I saw my parents work from sun up to sun down.
Don’t you understand?
When you see this level of sacrifice;
physically and mentally,
there is no other option but to figure it the fuck out.
The hustle, the persistence that immigrant parents display is unparalleled.
And when you’re a seed of this fruit, how could you not match that energy?
Exude it and embody it.
People can see where I am now and assume that things were handed to me.
That I had it easy.
And while I’m grateful for the overflow of blessings and opportunities that came from prepared alignment.
I got here not only from my parents forgoing their desires
for me to even have the ability to have dreams —
but from the grit that exists in my DNA. In my blood.
Passed down through generations of survivors,
for me to have a chance to thrive in this lifetime.
For our lineage to see a future of rest and peace.
Every no I heard, tried to blow my light out.
But I stood firm, weathering the storms with the strength of my ancestors.
How could I give up because the perceived power of these pawns from institutions thought they could break me and my drive.
The rage of “no” only made me go harder.
The best revenge is success.
despite those that did all they could to pull you off course.
Nothing was ever going to stop me from achieving my destiny.
I am my ancestors wildest dreams.
And I’m just getting started.
