It's O.K. to fail...those words echoed in my head as I prepared to go back to school and earn my college degree. My parents were my champions. They taught me I could go as far as I wanted in life or education. Before I could write my room was filled with encyclopedias, medical and science books. I knew early in life what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be successful. I wanted to be somebody.
Unfortunately, my life took an unexpected turn down a one way, dead-end street. My father passed away, I dropped out of high school and became pregnant. My aspirations were put on the back burner,but my parents words still rang in the distance."It's O.K. to fail." I didn't understand what they meant. How was it O.K. to fail at something you worked your whole life to achieve? How could I live my dream if I failed?
What I didn't realize was the true meaning of my parents words. Its not they encouraged or wanted me to fail in whatever I chose to do with my life. They wanted me to know failure is a part of success. In order for me to succeed I first had to fail. I had to make mistakes. I had to go down dead-end streets.
It's O.K. to fail...when I made mistakes and took wrong turns toward my goal I learned valuable lessons. I learned I may not always succeed at my intended goal, but that's alright because I learned to never give up on the most important things.
Success cannot come without failure. Failure is the price I paid in order to become who I am. It is what makes me stronger in my convictions.
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