The Art of Failing

If I tell you I don't feel hurt then obviously I'm lying.

To someone who loves pride as much as I am, it's impossible that I don't feel the sting.

However, I would go on to term this as a valuable lesson.

First thing first, it's a well known theory that with failure comes hand in hand with success, as they say you learn from your mistakes and improve from there.

I don't deny it. I can see the substance to this theory.

But let me ask you, who would want to fail?

The stages go like this:

Try > Fail > Learn > Try again > Fail > Learn > Try again > Success

Of course, there can be repetition here and there.

I know and I even allowed myself room to fail. But I guess failing is never my option even if I allowed myself to and I absolutely hate that feeling, what with constrained time on the double. At the same time, I do agree that we still lack a lot of things. Looking on a brighter side, at least he wasn't too harsh on us. In fact, he was being really nice.

I am having more of a mixed feeling. For the rest of today, I can't think much at all. I kept dwelling on the 30 minute conversation we had. I need a day off.

And loads of sugar.