It is so hard to get out of the rat race because every single one of us is racing.
To get rid of the title of “failure.”
Especially in this world were success equals money.

I think at times if I could have enough time to read and ride my bike and maybe go for a run I would feel successful.

But I remember well, too well the days in which I wanted others to tell me “wow, Pablo, you are so great!”

And yes, I failed so much so many times. And the success seems to be inconsequential. Like it doesn’t matter. I just went to work another day. And the alarm snoozed, and I didn’t got to rest.

Sorry, I wanted to give a positive spin at the end but I couldn’t.
Thank you for writing.
Pablo