Contusion embroidered in indigo, stitch shredded sheets of blankness with silken threads of sanguine. The heart thumps boisterously when success is lost in the maze. Shades of failure cradle debilitated anatomies, bolstering rickety incentives.
Ajar doors of experience beckon failure to come nearer to its knob because the mind can't articulate the language of triumph. Making a mistake once doesn't degrade a person's potentials or abilities nor does it decreases the prospects of becoming prosperous or palmy. If a kid plays with scorched tongues of fire causing his skin to thaw, he'll never be the victim of such oversight.
Tumbling down when a barricade manifests in the middle of your journey to success, instigates resignation to weave through convoluted webs, making its way into a world of improvement. Even if a person flunks an exam, he can do better if he swats harder, and a kid might manage to tie his shoe-lace after many trials and errors. Then, the soul groks the consequential need of working harder to fulfill its hankering.
The apprehension of failing has driven nirvana away from our reach. Only the gallant are the ones that stand straight in front of the hefty wind and not fret when they fall. Failure has always been a sanctuary for greatness- it is a detour to success.
* quote inspired*: Failure is often a better teacher than success!
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I've always thought that men fall for women more easily then we do and I somehow thought and believed deep within that you might fall under that list of guyzz,yet you proved me wrong. you have set up your own road, and falling somewhere on the way to your destination is less likely, though I'm there standing right
