It was a bright and sunny day, As usual, I got up by 7:30 am, I did my morning prayers, and did my house chores, after this, I usually take my time to write down my todo list while doing that, I do listen to podcasts.., most of my morning podcasts are usually motivational, just a little something to keep my day going.
“Failure is not an option to quit. You have to get comfortable with failure, you have to actually seek failure, failure is where all of the lessons are, you know when you go to the gym and you workout, you actually seeking failure you wanna take your muscle to the point where you get to failure because that is where the adaption is that where growth is, a lot of successful people fail and they abstract the lessons from the failure and use the wisdom to come around….” these words played through my phone speaker has I comfortably write out my to-do list.
I have been getting comfortable listening to podcasts, I never really listen to podcasts I was contemplating deleting the app since it came with my phone. But on a fateful day, I decide to explore the app, surprisingly, I realized that I was missing out a lot. Since then, I have fallen in love with podcasts.
The first thing on my to-do list was to clean up my room, cleaning my room is something I mostly do but still ends up scattered, I wonder why?. I started by setting the bed probably because I find that easy to do, next thing I did was to set my table as I proceeded to do so, the incident from my past struck me and it struck me so hard that I had to sit on my bed. I believe it was because of the podcast that made me think about my past.
30 June 2021 was not really a good day, I’ll accept. I believe if I was a crybaby, I would have shed tears but I did drop a tear or two. Academic failure is not what I am used to, in fact as far as I can remember, I don’t think I have failed any examination, I just consider an average to be a failure.
But 31 May 2021 was different, we are usually given a test in my tutorial, but that day it was a monthly general test, a test that comprises everything we had done, this test was the main test, it was tough but I had the confidence that I won’t fail. I was wrong, I failed, but not so bad.
I didn’t feel too bad at then, because I had to look for something to blame it on, I didn’t take responsibility, so I had no reason to change. It went on like that, and even in my regular tests I rarely get above average, I started feeling bad about it but I didn’t do much than to make excuses and blame it on something.
Another month (June) came so fast, another general test came so fast, I read as usual, after the exam, a day or two the result came out and again failed but this time I would consider it woefully, this time it hurt me, this time my pride has been reduced.
back to reality
The sound from my reminder snap me out of my thoughts, It was a reminder that I had to give the dogs food. I willingly got up abandoning my room chores, I proceeded to prepare the dog's food. I sat down in the kitchen waiting for the food to be perfectly cooked, and suddenly I find myself in my thoughts..
The next day after the exam result, I was so sad, but I took my time to learn from it, I have always heard “learn from your failure and mistake” and that was exactly what I did. I could remember vividly it was a Saturday, I took out a pen and book and jot down what I should do and what I shouldn’t do.
One thing I realized from my failure is that sometimes you have to change your system. I was studying like I used to, but then the topics will definitely get harder and I didn’t change my study system. So from there, I had learned that as I grow, I need to improve myself.
This has not only affected my academic life but also my affected my everyday life.
Not just that, I had learned that it is important to take responsibility. I took responsibility and I didn’t blame it on anything else. I didn’t blame it on the teacher, I didn’t blame it on my friends,I didn’t blame on the system, I didn’t blame it on my absence, I took responsibility.
I took more responsibility for myself so I would study harder because I know within myself that if I had studied I wouldn’t have failed. Taking responsibility for my failure or anything is something that has become part of me, it has allowed me to take my time to learn from every experience and not find someone or something to blame.
It is surely true that we learn from our failures and we can’t let our failures bring us down. One of my failures has taught me lessons that I am very grateful to have
I smiled as I put off the stove, I took my dog’s plates and placed some portions into them… I was glad, I was glad that I could now see my failure as another type of teacher. My dogs happily wagged their tail, I know the feeling, even I, I am happy.
The post is in response to the ink well non-fiction prompt
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