Jarring fatalism
We are all aware of what it means to be a failure. Right. When we fail, we all feel low, dejected, and even incapable for a while, but after this initial phase of failure, we try to find out ways to encourage ourselves to fight this failure and fathom it. For example, I still remember my first day when I pricked my friend to draw blood. It did not come, and she was feeling so much pain. Fear struck me about whether I would do it or not. A small corner in my brain has woven beautiful stories of failures and is saying to me constantly: "You cannot do it. You are not capable of it. See, your syringe failed to prick the nerve, so there was no blood. Leave it. It is not your cup of tea. First, learn better, then focus on the practical. You are useless." Later on, my friend, who herself was good at these, taught me how to find veins and then prick and collect blood. I could do it myself as well. This only happened because I did not submit to the lies that were rumbling in my he