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Click hereMy first thought is always the worst one.
It is natural for me to feel sorrow, to grieve.
Who would blame me for never trying again?
After all, I did fail.
Yes, I failed.
Logical conclusions lead me to think I did.
Linear thinking tells me this was my destination.
My mind verifies all of my neurotic fears.
My heart on the other hand…..
Did I really fail?
Why is my next thought one of freedom?
How come something inside of me is happy?
Where is this sense of hope coming from?
My smile shines through my tears.
I don’t think I did.
There is a war waging in my body.
My mind and my heart duel for control.
The pain inside is exhilarating as it evolves.
As I let go of my failure, I see new opportunity.
A new beginning.
It’s Ok to fail just as long as we learn from our mistakes. After all I’m not sure if this fits but, Rome wasn’t built in a day.
After a particularily harrowing time ~ Experiencing the joys of a new beginning.
It is like a rational discussion of pain and suffering
Or like a dissertation;
The words are there but they convey no feeling
And when reading's done the feeling is, "So what."
Liked the over all transition from one of doubt and dispair to hope of a new chance to live. Warm smiles nice.
This could be excellent but needs work.
Go back to the drawing board.
Where's your inspiration? You need to get some or a person to inspire you.