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Fear of Failure!

I am terrified. I don't know what will happen. Every decision of mine depends on the result that will be declared this weekend. The twenty fifth of February twenty seventeen will decide a lot of major things for me. I wont say it will decide my fate or destiny but it will surely show me how I am faring in whatever I want to do or should I just restart again. I hope the effort made last year will bear fruits this weekend. If I succeed I would know that my strategy was right and if I do not succeed then I still have to learn a lot more.

Ha! All that is nice to write but the reality is something else!

I can't think of failure. It brings the shivers in me. Its worse than experiencing ghosts!
Its like falling from a never ending cliff without any parachutes and you don't know when you are going to hit the ground.

If failure was a person I can't face him. I am so intimidated by him! I'd run from him the first chance I get.

I have escaped and detoured from all those things and places where I knew I might face him (failure).
I would have been somewhere else, doing something else if only I had chosen the other alternatives against the ones I actually did. At that moment, though my heart was inclined toward those options I feared failure. I chose the ones that had higher success rates and I played safe and logical. Didn't listen to my heart since I allowed the logic to overpower.

I didn't want to take risk for the fear of failure until a time came where I would become stagnant if I didn't taken the risk.

Change is the only constant and it is accompanied by the risks that change brings in. How come no one tells you about that? No one prepares you for all that risks that change brings in?
Oh! and that failure guy always hanging around with his risk folks! always prepared to barge in and bully you down till you are falling flat on your face (with a broken nose, maybe)! After a day or two of unconsciousness from the blow taken by failure you wake up slowly to see the faint shadow of success somewhere standing at the corner with pity showing on her face. She was right there all along. But she didn't come to your rescue. She plays hard to get. She will test you to the point where you would want to give up but you still keep enduring the pain. The pain that failure keeps blowing at you. She is still just watching you. You can't keep getting hit by this bully. You have to do something or else you will now die on the hands of failure. So, you gather all your broken courage and stand up against failure. 

A father and his son are sitting on the breakfast table. The son asks his father "dad, I am learning about commitment versus contribution at school. I am trying to grasp it, but I can't quite understand the difference". Father thinks about it for a minute and says "look down your plate, what do you see?"
The boy says ham and eggs. Father replies " well, that chicken made a contribution but that pig made a commitment"

One blow full of commitment and failure falls on his back. Success is smiling at you.

So there is no need to fear failure just always keep your friends- determination, courage, will power and dedication close by to fight that bully failure.

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