Two scenarios for entrepreneurs who are going down. Photo by Caio_Triana

People tend to think that success comes just from hard work.

It does not.

  • Some people do hard work, their whole lives.
  • Some people lose it all, when reality hits.
  • Some people work so hard, they die.
  • Some people just live a lie.

IMAGINE THIS …

I come running to the hall, where I am supposed to do my speech. My heart is racing. I just made it in time. I am up in two minutes. The staff quickly gets me ready. They put the little microphone on me.

I am ready.

 

Speech was good. I am getting better for every time. Now, I take good money for my speeches.

 

Backstage I meet the people who paid me. We part. I go to my car. Drive way to fast. I am exhausted. I am still not satisfied.

While driving I am thinking about what I did wrong. What I forgot to say. What I should have said instead.

Getting Home

I park, get out, lock the car, and take the elevator up. I open the front door. My husband comes to greet me. His smile disappears. My head is dunking. My eyes hurt. I can feel something slowly coming out of my nose. I know what it is. Another nosebleed.

 

He takes me to the bathroom. Lets the water run. It is cold. I take my head down and with my hand, I put the cold water in my nose. When it stops bleeding, he stops the water.

 

He helps me change and puts me in the bed. I am not feeling well. Actually, very ill.

The Dinner

He warms up the chicken soup; he made yesterday and brings it to me. I just eat a little.

 

He goes to put the tray back in the kitchen. The food does not want to stay down. I run to the bathroom. I kneel down in front of the toilet. I can feel it coming out. With my left hand, I hold my hair and take my head over the toilet. I throw up. Luckily, I did not miss this time.

 

He comes to me and helps me wash up. I do not even have energy to brush my teeth. I just gargle the mouthwash. He helps me clean my face. I cannot even stand up without his help.

In Bed

In bed, I open my eyes when I hear him put a cup on the side table. He brought me some Camille tee. He puts his hand on my head, leans forward, and kisses my forehead.

 

I open my eyes and thank him. His smile cannot conceal his worried eyes. I take his hand and close my eyes.

NOW IMAGINE THAT WITHOUT HIM …

Getting Home

I park, get out, lock the car, and take the elevator up. I open the front door and walk in. My head is dunking. My eyes hurt. I can feel something slowly coming out of my nose. In the mirror, I can see what it is. Another nosebleed.

 

I go to the bathroom. Let the water run until its cold. I take my head down and with my hand, I put the cold water in my nose. When it stops bleeding, I stop the water.

 

I am feeling ill; I just go to my bed. I do not even change.

My Dinner

I wake up by the hunger. I go to the kitchen and warm up some chicken soup, my mother sent me.

 

I sit all alone by the window and eat. I have my phone with me. I check it. I have six new e-mails I do not even want to check. My head hurts and I cannot eat much.

In The Bathroom

The food does not want to stay down. I run to the bathroom. I kneel down in front of the toilet. I can feel it coming out. With my left hand, I hold my hair and take my head over the toilet. I throw up. Luckily, I did not miss this time.

 

I cannot even sit up. I flush out the toilet and lay down on the floor. Sometime later, I finally have some energy to get up. I gargle the mouthwash and clean my face. I am about to fall so I hold the sink. My head is down.

In Bed

My stomach is empty. I need something. I make some Camille tea. I bring it to bed.

 

I wake up by the sound of my phone ringing. It is my partner. There is another emergency at the company.

 

 

Go to the reflection of this post, now.

Sincerely
Hafsa Farooq
Freelance copywriter
Digital Marketing Consultant

 

 

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