No Two People Can Have the Same Skill Set
We are unique in our own ways
Today, I had an exam. I did exceptionally well in the computer test, but the practical implications were terrible. Sadly, I could not clear it and will have to reattempt. My failure did not bother me, nor am I scared to try again. I have always been ready to embrace challenges and would love to practice more.
A painful incident occurred; my mentor reminded me that someone else, in just ten days, achieved what I could not, and someone younger than me did even better. I felt like I had not met her expectations.
After hearing this, I felt a trigger of binary emotions: the pain of not meeting expectations and the feeling of being incapable in a world of brilliant giants.
Out of respect, I could not argue with my mentor. With my eyes down and shoulders slumped, I apologized, and we did not exchange a single word. For a moment, I wished if I could erase my identity, as if any student named Paras had ever existed.
But my heart pounded, why was I apologizing? Is failure a sin? Is a second attempt a crime? Or is fixing mistakes foolish?
No two people are the same. If I am good at baking, my sibling might excel in sports. If my friend is an excellent teacher, her friend could be an exceptional writer.
