"Believing that tomorrow will be better, we bear the hardship today with a smile." People say history repeats itself! I don't really think it does! It is only true if we don't learn the lessons in it , which we usually do! We only recall the dates and the events but not the lessons ! The same applies to failure . If you continue living , you will definitely fail at one point or the other. It really hurts to fail! However, its not the failure that destroy us but how we think about the failure. Even when you have failed ten times on the same thing, don't give up .Through persistence, water penetrates rocks . Learn something new every time you fail, eventually you will win. Its the hope that today it has failed but tomorrow we will make it that keeps us struggling and surely we will get it. One of my thought leaders concretizes it this way " We should actually be grateful that some things don't work out the way we once wanted them to. When we fail or get rejected we feel we are further away from our goal. But sometimes its in those moments that we have the greatest opportunity to refuel, reflect and refocus. Its in those moments that feel like the death of our dreams that our truest potential is actually taking birth. In our pain , we find our greatest power. Success is not built on success but on failures, frustrations and fears that we have to overcome. Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where we stand. Every time we think we are being rejected or failing from something good, remember, we are being redirected to something better"
I was born in 1998 and I lost my father in 2000. I have seven biological brothers and two biological sisters, and am the second last born in the family. By the time my father died, the first born son was studying mechanical engineering and the second eldest brother was in senior six, and that was their end. Everything turned upside down. The next chapter of life was characterized by poverty, tears, grief, sorrow, and misery. One of my brothers attempted to make a suicide; He hang himself on a tree but unfortunately my mother saw him and made a very loud cry to him, in panic the rope slipped from the tree and he felt down, making the suicide unsuccessful. The first born ran mad. I remember him trying to eat a dog alive! In that tearful moments, there are two prayers ( we are Catholics) that created a rock foundation on which the family is built on up to today. One was prayed by my mother and the second one prayed by my second eldest brother. My mother's prayer " Dear Mother Ma...
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