On Failing

Truth be told, we have failed.

We have failed to be honest with ourselves.

We have failed to remember an important day.

We have failed to pass an exam.

We have failed to make someone smile.

We have failed to persevere.

For most of our lives, ever since our very first experiences, we are encouraged to list our successes. In school, good grades are celebrated and highlighted by the teachers, almost as though the bad ones remain unnoticed. A negative perception comes as a result of it. Our ego seems hurt, our self-esteem scarred.

Yet, foremost, we have failed to see that failure was a success, one more step towards the achievement, one part of the story of this accomplishment. All in all, failure is an intrinsic part of a success.

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When we fail, we learn to embrace the darkness. For, without darkness, there is no light. Failure is a springboard. When we fail, we are meant to grasp where it went wrong. We are meant to understand there was either an unsuitable choice made or merely bad timing involved.

Failing is learning. Failing is strengthening oneself. Failing is climbing one staircase ahead, not falling one floor behind. The act of failing is comparable to the climb of a ladder, uncovering one more layer of your very own self. To a certain extent, failing is a self-discovery.

Failing means trying. And what greater gift is there than being endowed with the boldness to take a leap of faith and dive straight in? Failing is thus what makes the journey ever more meaningful.

“Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.”

— Truman Capote

When we fail, we learn to embrace the darkness. For, without darkness, there is no light. Failure is a springboard. When we fail, we are meant to grasp where it went wrong. We are meant to understand there was either an unsuitable choice made or merely bad timing involved.

Failing is learning. Failing is strengthening oneself. Failing is climbing one staircase ahead, not falling one floor behind. The act of failing is comparable to the climb of a ladder, uncovering one more layer of your very own self. To a certain extent, failing is a self-discovery.

Failing means trying. And what greater gift is there than being endowed with the boldness to take a leap of faith and dive straight in? Failing is thus what makes the journey ever more meaningful.

Failing at making the attempt might in the end be the greatest failure of all.

Oscar Anton. Cereals and milk.

ON GOODBYE

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”

— Shakespeare

Good bye is serene. It is embracing the end. I means looking back with gratitude. It is the expression of good wishing when parting ways, or having already parted ways. Saying goodbye means being wholeheartedly ready to face the plausible absence and the fear. More than a peaceful farewell, goodbye is the gift that one can make a close-one. It also can be the gift that one offers to themselves.

Goodbye is not similar to the violent movement of a door being shut in your face. And perhaps; up to a certain extent, to the most desperate; uttering and feeling the word’s weight plainly embodies the wondrous hope of a reunion. Goodbye is not the French adieu.

It took me a while, almost a year, to be precise, to finally say goodbye. It took me a while to realize that saying goodbye was not a bleak action but a positive one. It is not the tearing of parts, as forever still binds two beings in one part of their lives.

It can at times be the bravest thing you can do to honor your self, your self-worth — the harshest accomplishment and yet also one of your greatest.

Goodbye is letting go. Goodbye is freedom. Goodbye is love.

We tried hard to utter the word
eventually, we did say goodbye
in the midst of our storm
we let it all out
perhaps not face to face
but still, heart to heart
soul to soul
life to life
in each our very own ways
we faced the darkness
and embraced the remains of light
in truth
and regard
we offered each other
respect and reward
whichever way we would part and thus
we embarked on this
forthright path
once named
bona fides.

Izal. Hambre.

what does goodbye mean to you?