The world is your oyster!

Therese thought of the young girl she had been with a detached feeling. Like she was watching a movie. She thought back to the girl who believed she could achieve anything. She scoffed. Even her scoff lacked fire, and sounded like she was chocking instead. Young Therese had been a strong believer of the world being her oyster. She had had so many dreams. It was a good thing she isn't here now. Therese thought. After several attempts, several singles and several years of trying, Therese had finally given up on music. She had searched for jobs, she was either not qualified, lacked the required skills, goofed at the interviews or older than they wanted. She felt defeated. She admitted to herself, the world was not her oyster.  Now, at what point do start feeling sorry for yourself? When do you stop? When does the self pity start? Is it when the bubble pops? Then you realize that the world being your oyster was just a little bit of an exaggeration. It happens to the best of us. The self-loathing, the feeling of being intimidated, by life itself, happens to us all.
The trick is to pull yourself out before you hit rock bottom. And realize that the world is the oyster of those who strive for it to be.

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