It is not that I have a classification to measure my successes and failures, the truth is that I consider myself a normal person, I am not successful at all, I am just an ordinary person, with the only virtue I have is that I am very persistent, that allowed me to graduate, get two professions, buy my own house, buy a small car, but none of that made me as happy as when I had my children, for me they are my greatest success above a title or achievement.
The truth is I do not like to talk about my failures, I think the worst was when I tried to start a coffee farm owned by my grandmother, she was an expert, she had died at that time and I did not have adequate knowledge to manage as it should, I spent on unnecessary things and when I saw myself with the noose around my neck because of debts and commitments was when I had to give to my uncle to manage it.The other thing where I failed was in love, my first marriage was a disaster, the person I trusted blindly cheated on me with my supposed best friend and so I have had big failures, small failures.
Thanks to all those failures I have understood that character is forged through them, that when nothing goes as we want, the window opens to meditate and learn about what we did in the past, what we did wrong and what we can do to improve.I have understood that negative thoughts are going to be available in our head, but that we are capable of overcoming them with a lot of positivism and faith.
I have had to be alone on the floor with no one to give me a hand to get up and I have reflected and wiped my tears and alone I got up and went on my way.I have also learned to give time to time, not to rush, and not to stress so much when things do not happen and to let each situation settle or come at the right time but the best lesson that disappointments and failures leave you with is that I must always prepared for the best but also for the worst.
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