I am a Failure?

Hello readers,
This blog is a reflection of my raw thoughts with tons of feelings like thousands of them per second in my heart. To justify the title, Failure is such a fatal word with a deep meaning. It is not just a word but a feeling that strives you where there is no light, hope and confidence to do more. 
It seems quite easy to listen to Ted talks where people talk about how failure is very important. That how it teaches us to achieve the best. But is there anyone out who can tell how to cop up with failure?
This tag of a failure comes with the gift of self doubt, insecurity, anxiety and panic attacks that makes sure you are no longer able to identify yourself In the mirror. You are no longer confident enough to stand amongst people to tell your viewpoint because in the slightest corner of your heart you think you are nothing more than a  failure.
Worst part of this feeling is being judged by the people. Wait, stop and think" if you are with the right people they will like you whether you are a failure, overthinker, depressed or anything you just name it.
In this rat race of success when you have constant urge to " to run away just remember'
You are your own healer by this I mean:
You are free to fly,
There are no restrictions 
You are the sunlight,
Just spread yourself.
You are like a river,
You are unaware.
Start flowing somewhere,
Start flying somewhere,
WHEREVER YOUR HEART IS HAPPY!
It is said by many great people that learning how to handle failure is very important. The constant guilt and disappointment we have upon ourselves is just a reflection that we deserved more.
Avni Singla


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