What if failure was not an option?

If failure was not an option, what would you do?

If failure was not an option I probably would do one of two things. I would participate in a Ufc fight against the biggest and best rebel there was. If I wasn’t going to fail I would have the guts to go into battle. The thrill of taking the other person down. The roar of the crowd. That incredible feeling after a conquest, it would all be worth it. The stress that would be discharged punch after punch would be wonderful. What a thrill. And what an experience that would be.

As for a more serious response to this question. I would say I would cure all the diseases that had no cures. That way we didn't have to imagine a life of grief from the loss of loved ones. What a relief it would be if you could live without stressing about illnesses. Without having your parents, kids, aunts, uncles, friends etc taken away from you because of a disease. But the truth about this is, no matter what you thrive at, there is always something else. If I could cure all diseases that would fix the massive amount of problems the world faces, but sadly, not everything. And I don't believe anything could ever just be perfect and so simple.

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Holly Hood

If failure wasn’t an option…

I would begin by being brave. Almost everyone is afraid of something, and I am no exception. I would start with climbing the ladder to the top step…Kidding! Although that is a horrible fear of mine.

If I couldn’t fail, I would seek to prove the one question that has always plagued mankind. That Heaven and Hell, angels and demons, and God really do exist. That after all of this, there is something more. Something to look forward to. Something to not be afraid of. That death is only the beginning of something much bigger and more beautiful than our wildest imaginings. And that when we lose someone we care about, they are never really lost, but merely a breath away.

If I couldn’t fail, I would dare to be happy. With all that life throws at us, it’s easy to lose your way and wallow in self-pity or despair. But I would chose to look for the silver lining and to help others see it for themselves so they could be happy, too.

“Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.” ~ Marcus Aurelius 

Brandi Salazar

Just a thought

As I sat folding my laundry, I realized that today was the day that my father passed away. He was fifty years old. And although I didn't have tons of memories with my dad, I had some. And those I still hold onto. No part of me is angry at him. I know he was a good man. And even though I didn't have the greatest relationship, or the ideal one. I had one and I am grateful that I got to know him at all.
He was the one I looked like, the one I related to in my life. Even when he wasn't there. I still remember his laugh, or how tall and looming he was. Or how he would always get on my case in such a laidback playful manner. He had this smile that made you want to smile. And a contagious energy.
I'll always remember the times when I was a teen and called him up late at night to come pick me up. Some nights I waited for awhile, but he usually showed. And we would go get pizza together.
He was proud of me when we reconnected when I was older. He came to my graduation. He got his friend to make me my favorite dessert. (Cherry Cheesecake)
My cousin always shouted when I was over there- "Hey Stan Jr!" because I looked so much like him.
Its funny to me how someone passes and they always stay on your mind. I think about him all the time. All the what ifs, the things that I wished could have happened but didnt. But, the one thing I am grateful for is the time we had together. I am sure I will always have unanswered questions. And always regret a lot, but at least I knew him.
I still remember the day I found out he had died. My mom scared the crap out of me. I thought it had something to do with my husband. And that reminds me of the week before. I had just had my son three months earlier, and I told my mom that I was going to write him a letter. Write him and tell him about his first grandson. And send him pictures of all three of my kids. These were his first grandkids. I was eight hours away from home. So writing was the only thing I could do at the time. But life happened and I didn't write that letter. So three months after having my son, my husband was coming home from deployment in Iraq. He was maybe a day away. And that's when I received the news-- via my mom. That my dad had passed away. It was hard to process there would never be a chance again to talk to him. And the one thing I know now, don't take people in your life for granted. Because they could be gone really soon. Sooner then you expect!
I hope he is happy. I wish I could have been there for him at the end, because I would have. I was told he died of lung cancer, and I wish I could have been there with him on his last days. Thats my only wish.
If things are like they say maybe he sees me and his grandkids. But no one knows that for certain.
I just thought I would talk about my dad, its a really good way to let out the stress of his passing. Because ever since that day a little part of me has remained sad. And its good to let out your feelings. Its good to remember those we lost.