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I beleive, we are imperfect, despite that glass-hour figure or that beefy body (for men); we all are subject to trauma, stress and life gives us multiple opportunities to overcome it. I agree that failure is easier said than subjected to. Seeing your opponent win, while you wallow in your grief, expectations and thoughts for that winning speech.

I failed, an embarrassing number of times. Rather, my experiments with life failed.Like Thomas A. Edison said: “I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.”

Similarly, my most memorable one is: my quarterly examination - ninth grade - one subject. My Mom and Dad helped me make me a better failure by allowing me to make newer mistakes. They ensured I get the grip on my life by letting me be me. I took tuition, I asked my seniors, classmates, brothers, for help and ensured that I stand on my feet and I received a Distinction in Tenth. That was my first achievement in the field of academics. Since then, life has been a bed of roses, a valley of thorns and a mountain of experiences.

We love ourselves. We love attention.

However, the majority of the people will love our mistakes. They will analyse it and ensure that they feel good about themselves. Let us give them the opportunity to exercise their jaws. Let us be the reason for their mirth. Let us be the reason for them to live.  A good laugh boosts your immunity system, increases your life-span, makes you healthier (a fifteen minute laughter burns 40 calories) and makes you brighter.
(Source: help guide)

Let us not lose a chance to make someone healthy. A colleague once said this: We must love people either way. Either: we earn trust or lose friends. Either way: we gain ourselves. I never understand why I was told this. I never will too. But, I am beginning to understand why we fail?
We all must, once in a while.

My friends and family and coworkers taught me this: Humanity helps us build a bridge between nations and helps us, become us. Despite the animosity for various reasons among people of different colour, deep down, we all care. Let us not fail, there.








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  1. UnknownJanuary 29, 2018 at 5:07 AM

    Failure is a learning, I agree that. But sometimes I feel like such thoughts and quotes on failures do help in consoling ourselves for the mistakes we did and move on to do another mistake, and read these quotes once again :)

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 29, 2018 at 10:52 AM

    Failure is a perception. I love how you looked at how others benefit from our mistakes. I have been places where you are and I know there are no mistakes, no failures. If we do not learn what life is trying to teach us, we are condemned to repeating our experiences, till we get it. Not sure how others do it, but we keep our chins up while we keep writing.

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  3. Nivie NJanuary 29, 2018 at 7:18 PM

    Thank you :) Tarani. I agree with you on this and feel that we all need that comfort quote.

    Thank you, Subhorupji.
    I am glad you liked it.

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