Feels the same.
It’s an experience I never get used to.
Failure implies loss.
Loss of control.
Loss of time.
Loss of love.
It’s just lost.
And for it to be a failure.
There is that sense of never getting it back again.
Reasons for failure are many.
But the one I dread the most.
Is when it feels like it’s my fault.
I don’t know.
They are usually mixed feelings.
Anger, sadness, worry, and more so much more.
I’m not sure.
But I think I didn’t go with failure in mind. I go with different thoughts.
A dream to be achieved.
A song to be written.
A trust to be earned.
What I learned is there is no sense to think about failure.
I think it’s best to think about the gain.
When do I think back? I don’t do that often, but when I do, I only do so I can share.
I share because with sharing failure becomes something else, an experience, a triumph, a learning moment.