The Joy is in Trying


Failure is not the end of the story. It is a start. A great beginning that leads to a greater end, a mind-boggling climax in the shape of success.     


Failure is the best teacher you can have. A guide who shows you the way. A motivator who tells you to stand up at every fall.


Do not let failure worry you. Worry, if you don’t fail. Maybe something is wrong, something is not going the right way. If you fail, be proud. You have done something; you have learnt something. 


Failure is the bridge that takes you to the other side. The other side that is success. Don’t be afraid to walk that bridge. It maybe rickety, dilapidated and crumbling. But don’t mind it. With a brave heart, keep walking on it. 


Failure is failing to fail again. That’s a tragedy.  When you fail, repeat. When you fail again, repeat again. Keep on doing. Without effort nothing gets done. And what gets done is not always perfect. So keep trying, keep improvising.


Only you can stop yourself from succeeding; no one else can. Not the circumstance, not the people, not anything or anybody. Obstacles make winners more committed, more determined. If you want to win, try losing first. 


To run like a cheetah, walk like a tortoise. Descend before you ascend. Surrender to experience freedom. There’s no shame in failing. But there will be regret if you give up because of it. Don’t lead a life of regrets. Start doing what you wish to do. The joy is in trying and trying.



 -NZ
16.01.2020
BN: 223












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