My associate Failure came to visit me . He showed up out of nowhere. He ruined my plains for a better future. I hated him for a while, But I couldn’t stay mad at him. He called and explained why he took that action, or rather why he took no action at all. He told me I failed due to poor planing and even poorer execution. Even though failure is not my friend, I can always count on him to tell the truth. A lot of people don’t like him. And that’s understandably so. But I understand him. I learn from him every time he decides to visit. I told him I would not give up, Because the more he visits, the more determined I become. His sister success Is a beautiful woman and just a date with her deserves my best effort. thanks for the motivation.
© 2009 Eugene Woody
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12 Aug
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I like that fresh perspective on "failure". That's what I try to tell people all the time, failure is only "failure" if you let it become that. Using failures as lessons, make them successes.
I love this.