She sat there… Lost in a World of thoughts…
She didn’t understand where she erred. What was going wrong… There was no happiness. No contentment. There were only tears.
But she was tiered of crying. Hours of tears had taught her that tears cannot bring any change. She has realized that tears project her to be fragile. Hence, she swallowed her grief. She is not going to give up. She will not let the criticism and failure eat her.
Isn’t failure a stepping stone to success? Isn’t criticism a medium that leads to self realization? Isn’t she born to succeed?