It was bad, like someone had hit me on my stomach after blowing a hard punch on my face. I didn’t like it, AT ALL. It all happened within seconds, but its impact had not only left me with bruises but also a bad aftertaste which was making me sick to the core.
No, I didn’t get beaten up if that what you are thinking at least not in an actual way. I had an encounter with FAILURE. A CLOSE ONE. It had left me in a shock, and I didn’t like that feeling at all.
It made me feel like I had fallen down while walking. I didn’t want to get up; I wanted to just accept it and lie down there and live in terms with it. I felt like the people around me are laughing at me which made it worse. But a close look at them and I realized that no one had the time to laugh at me cause everyone was busy fighting their own battle and trying to learn to walk as well.
Now, it was time to make a decision whether I wanted to get up and walk in the same direction or take a different route. Cause I had to get up, I didn’t want to lie there and accept defeat. My friend had pointed out “You have hit rock bottom, now you have nowhere to go but UP!”
I have my friends and family to help me, motivate me, encourage me but the final jump has to be my own. I know it’s easier said than done and your self-esteem will take a toll. But you don’t have to get up right away but whenever you do, make sure it’s with a bang.
You might even fall again but always remember that;
When a child is learning how to walk and falls down 50 times, they never think to themselves “maybe this isn’t for me”.