Battling to Be Successful on My Own Terms
Sometimes i feel like a woman.
Yes I do.
Fact is centuries of slavery, colonisation and oppression has left me in a peculiar space. My success is not defined by my desires and my dreams. It is defined by a race. I can’t decide to be something humble. I have to want to be president, an astronaut, a nuclear physicist or the owner of the next dotcom phenomenon.
The pressure sometimes is crazy.
How do I feel like a woman? Because if I want something less grandiose, then I am seen as lacking ambition. They tell me that I me I am betraying the sacrifices made by our ancestors to get us this far. They died for you to want more. Yeah well, thanks for that but, well what am I going to do?
I could swim against the current and become a lumberjack walking into the woods with an axe but I am told my brain is too good for that. I should be, a leader. I want to fight all that but it’s not going to happen is it?
Every time society looks at you they ignore you because you are not, successful.
So what do we end up doing? We cower under the pressure and spend life flirting with depression and feeling incomplete.
All because we are told to want more.