I need to get something off my chest.
As hard as it is to admit, I am a failure.
Writing those words is not something that comes easily. As an American, I am trained by my entire life experience to feel a certain sense of guilt in admitting it, regardless of the circumstance.
And why shouldn’t I? In a society that equates worth by our level of perceived success, it is an inescapable fact that to be American is to be locked in unwinnable, perpetual struggle of self-esteem versus that elusive, exterior demand…