I have seen failure up close, in different shades and flavours, angles and aspects. Of course, I tasted it. I could sense it's odour. In fact, failure was my best friend and it was suppose to become my shadow with conviction and conscience. Failure had eclipsed me in such a way that there have been so many times in the past that I had wanted to walk away from the hitting, the hurting, the haunting, the hunting and the humiliation. Every sunrise seemed like a sunset. Every event turned into hibernation. Every colour looked black. Every bubble became square. Every statement sounded like a biased and prejudiced criticism. It was so intense that even Rahman sir's melody could not cheer me up.
Life, and my own actions, pushed me into such a tight and strange corner from where there was no place to go. Yeah, I was absolutely cornered. After I reached rock-bottom, the only direction for me was up. I am not sure whether it was a compulsive compulsion or determination. May be it was part of survival existence in the process of evolution. So, I stopped blaming bad luck and bad timing for my actions and actually began facing my fears. I complained against myself. Earlier my finger used to point it's direction towards circumstances, situations, obligations and responsibilities, but now it has rotated it's optimistic pointer towards my abilities and opportunities. I told myself some tough truths then which made me to keep going against odds in my life in search of eternal self-actualization, rather than relative numerical success . It wasn't easy handing those moments those days. Introspective self assessment and analysis, without expectations, along with my enthusiastic passions did yield positive results.
Now, I have totally embraced the fragrance of my failure with elegance and dignity which enabled me to taste a new flavour called self-confidence. The definition, flavour and colour of my success have changed now. The new success has nothing to do with other's opinions, acknowledgment and perceptions. I can hold the sustainable happiness with open arms. I can see brightness and life even in a dry leaf with contentment. May be we need, at least, one opportunity to face the intense, tough, naked truths at high temperatures so that we can mould ourselves to evolve better in tasting the failures. Now, I am enjoying the committed journey in tasting new flavours and sensing new aromatic fragrances. But, still, Failure is one of my best friends for influencing me with it's tough truths and naked fragrances.
Anyways, have you got your tough truths??