Gutted?
Isn't it the worst feeling in the world when you try so, so hard at something, only to fail or have it taken away JUST when you thought you had it in reach? That feeling of 'why?'. 'Why wasn't I good enough?' or 'Was it something I did? Something I said maybe? Maybe there's something wrong with me as a person. Should I have tried that little bit harder to make it right? No matter how hard I try, I always fail.'
But then I take a deep breath and think, 'no, I'm OK. It doesn't matter, a minor setback. There's plenty more fish in the sea'. I don't know who invented that phrase, although I could look it up and act all smart. I bet it sure pisses a lot of people off, though.
So I have to move on. Dust myself off, shake free the shackles of failure and regret. Stand tall and just get on with it. They always say, another one will always come along, and it'll be so much better than the other one. I'm ready to make a real effort this time, there will be no failure. Not again! Success will be mine.
I'm standing on the train platform, and I look around. There's a couple of potentials on the horizon, from what I can initially see. I brace myself, and wait for the right moment. I approach, and go for it. I board the train, and suddenly missing the 07:03 to Moorgate doesn't seem too bad after all.
But then I take a deep breath and think, 'no, I'm OK. It doesn't matter, a minor setback. There's plenty more fish in the sea'. I don't know who invented that phrase, although I could look it up and act all smart. I bet it sure pisses a lot of people off, though.
So I have to move on. Dust myself off, shake free the shackles of failure and regret. Stand tall and just get on with it. They always say, another one will always come along, and it'll be so much better than the other one. I'm ready to make a real effort this time, there will be no failure. Not again! Success will be mine.
I'm standing on the train platform, and I look around. There's a couple of potentials on the horizon, from what I can initially see. I brace myself, and wait for the right moment. I approach, and go for it. I board the train, and suddenly missing the 07:03 to Moorgate doesn't seem too bad after all.