Tell me successes, and I’ll
show you failures. What made me inscribe this seemingly odd avowal? The only
answer I have is failures–for now. Indeed, the taste of our own victory is undeniably
overwhelming. It is a pleasant sensation–nothing but on cloud nine. I exactly had
the same beautiful feeling last night, I thought, when another project was
done. I rejoiced over my attainment in silence–and yet wounded. I have to leave
this place today grappling with mixed emotions–triumphant in one side while an
out-and-out irony on the other. This time I have to learn to value another
failure like I always do. Yes, it is so typical of us to get carried away with
our feats and then forget our losing moments, unmentioned. Pride or ego or fear
or shame–these four ominous words will elucidate it all, or explicate if you
prefer.
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