Would I have ever thought that I would say this then? Of course not. I know it sounded cliché but failure has its purpose. If someone said this to me then, I would probably have slammed the door on his/her face. But the kind of failure I felt I went through, I imagine, is like a metal going through a hot iron furnace. It's tough and most of the time you just want to be melted away by the heat. It feels so much easier to just let go. You feel like a piece of something which now has no shape, no purpose.
But you know, when the blacksmith work on his metal, he does not continuously puts it through the fire until all is melted away, he heats it until it is hot enough, then he pound on it, dip it in cold water, and continue the process until he gets the shapes he needed. A new shape, with better purpose. At least, that's what I hope is happening to me. The cold water part, is the period of respite that one have, a day or a moment, when you feel strong enough to face things or when something happen that make you think. One of those moment is when I sat in that room with Sarah and Imran, watching "Winnie the Pooh".
There is definitely worth in failing. Without it, I wouldn't have felt the need to sit down, to study myself, to admit my weaknesses and to search for my strength. Why would they be a need to contemplate when everything seems to be going your way? At least that's how I was. Just going with the flow.
I won't downplay how it felt but I must admit, I owe a lot to my failure for the many things that I have learn about myself, my priorities, about the thing that matters most to me; for clearing away some of my ignorance and for letting me have a bigger picture of life and the world that surrounds me.