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Respecting my failures

Failures are one of the mightiest killers of human ego. They torment our human existence and are highly notorious for mutilating self confidence and esteem. In extreme cases it even drives a person crazy to the limits where he finds death a better known refuge than his agonising life.

They comes in various shapes and sizes and can struck anyone anywhere without any warning. Their unpredictibility make them highly ferocious and scary. They are mostly hated and cursed the world over. They have brought down kingdoms and kings, nations and nationalities and civilizations and cultures. They are cruel, reckless and destroyer.

But if we ask ourselves are they really that bad? We will find that they have hidden from us their real nature. They are in reality our greatest teachers. They may teach us our lessons the hard way but they make sure we learn them properly. They repeat themselves over us again and again so that we get our lessons properly and later on they gift us with the success as per our calibre. I consider them an essential part of our existence and development. No success can exist without failures and if you feel that you have no failures then you are not sucessful enough.


My failures also have taught me everything of little bit that I know. They have made me more humane and were always there to make sure I have my feet firmly placed on ground even while flying. They have a major contribution in building my character so I can't help myself respecting them. They were always there with me whenever I had not given my 100 % and sometimes even with my 100% effort to emphasize, dude 100% is really not enough.
If we consider our life as a journey then our failures really represents the road and success is just the guest house where we stay for a while to have rest. We can't stay in the guest house for ever and have to move on the same road and thus failures our the real torch bearers which accompany us always when we travel. They never get back the love and affection they give us still they are always there like a loyal friend and don't mind us enjoying our days and nights with our success.
Well now they don't scare me as they have reavealed themselves to me. I can never be loyal to them but still I know they will be there round the next corner waiting to be with me.
I can just thank them for making me myself...


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