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Failure is something no one wants to deal with. It makes us feel hopeless, worthless and tired. So tired that when we fall, we stay down. Our spirit is too weak to stand up and try again, so we give up and fall down, defeated...

What if I told you that people who have failed are the strongest and most successful people. People who fall down, and get back up, are MUCH stronger than people who never fell down at all. They gain a tenacious attitude and strike the world with fire. Yes, failing SUCKS. It puts out your spark, and that's ok. But when you stand up again, don't just stand with a spark, but with a whole damn fire.
You are not your failures. You are your progress. And failure is a part of progress. It isn't a sign to give up, but rather to take a breath, get up and fight harder. Don't let your failures allow you to miss out on your destiny.

To fail is not the opposite of to succeed. It just means that your journey will be prolonged. And isn't the journey the best part! Don't let the shame of your failure get you down, either. You have NOTHING to be ashamed of. There isn't a single person in this world who hasn't failed before. I always say, fail with confidence and your success will be indescribable. Never let shame keep you from lighting your fire again.
You are a strong, audacious warrior. And all warriors have battle wounds. Put your worth not in the failure, but in the fight.

Don't fixate on what has gone wrong. Rather, focus on what will go right because of it. Don't give up...You are stronger than you think.

Xx

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