Some are never good with words of comfort. Worse, some would shove the pain right in my face. I wish they would not, for I have a fragile heart.
I was fine with being criticized, but failing was another.
I failed miserably in handling failure.
I wish we were taught how to deal with failure in school, or at least how to empathize; not with “that’s okay” or “at least you have,” but something that would not hurt a fragile heart, but at the same time comfort them from where they fell. It’s like telling a person who broke a leg from a drastic fall to stand immediately.
The dark side of winning all the time is when you fail, you disregard everything you achieved; let the failure swallow you whole and bury you alive in the depths of loneliness.
Worse is that you know it’s happening, but you allow it anyway.