I had the first taste of my biggest dizzying failure as I fell face-down on the crushed gravel. I felt the bland taste of sand as it brushed my lips, and coated my entire body. “Why does it always have to be me?” I asked myself for the 20th time.
I could sense a big wave of self-pity coming, washing over my abdomen and reaching my waist. I panicked as I felt the shudders of immediate danger. I shutdown my mind for a minute and swallowed four times, really hard, to suppress the waves of self-pity, before it reached my chest and made me feel more miserable. Phew! Task accomplished.
I restarted my mind to first recall where I fell, why I fell and finally what made me fall (that was the most important reflection of all). I then gathered all my strength, all my shattered hopes, all my wasted dreams and tried to get up. I resisted the mental agony as I couldn’t accomplish what I had initiated.
Twice. Thrice. I saw them laughing at my desperate efforts with nil results. Fourth time. Fifth time. No result. I pulled myself together and gave one strong thrust at the ground where I was lying. Lo! There I was standing…standing tall among them all. You people out there! All those who laughed, listen: I may fall once, twice or a million times; don’t delight in my fall, because when I dust my feet and rise again, I rise taller than you all.
FIONA KEZIA WINSTON, I year, B.A English Literature, MCC
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