There is Fun in Failure
For years, failure has been my chief bête noire. And funny enough, failure has always been successful in sending jitters down my spine.
I hated seeing people getting disappointed on me for falling short of their expectations. I hated it, too, most especially, when I fail to meet my own. So that's why for years, I've eschewed a lot of opportunities and lived life in a safe mode. But of course, it dawned on me how silly and cowardly I had been and I won't survive life if I keep on being like this. Now, I've been teaching myself to keep moving forward, in little steps, hoping that soon, I may be able to find my worth, to give something to the society, to be a someone.
As of this moment, well, I'm doing okay. I've been doing a lot of mistakes (when I say a lot I mean A LOT-from the petty ones to the face-palming kind... more of the face-palming kind, I must say), and I've been placating myself and resisting my whining whenever something wrong happens. Surprisingly, unlike before, I fix my mess ever so calmly, as if nothing horrible is happening. But there would come a time when I would just snap, get tired of keeping my cool, my strong front, that eventually the sense of worthlessness creeps through me. I feel so weak, that I think, "what the hell is my purpose in life if I'm a no-good at anything I do?"
Then after I'd let it all out, I'd remind myself still, for the nth time, to keep going and never give up. Why? Because there's no point in stopping. And heck, I figured life without failures is boring. That mistakes and embarrassing blunders have a fun side in them, after all. Here's an excerpt of an awe-inspiring comic strip that I saw from a friend's post on Facebook, which pretty much served as an unexpected wake-up call to me today:
Failure stings so much, but it sure won't keep me from seizing the day and enjoying every moment. Not again. Ever.
For the whole strip, just click on the image and it will take you to the page.