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Earlier this week, my end of semester exam results had come out. I had the fortunate experience of failing a core subject that would definitely create many drastic changes in my pathway in pursuing the rest of my degree.
I was on the train home as I checked my results and with that, my mind just wandered off into an array of different emotions, reflections and basically overdrive mode. To be honest, I couldn’t really pinpoint what it was that I was feeling or what it was that I was thinking after seeing the big block words, ‘FAIL’.
What really stuck me was the question, ‘why did this actually bother me?’
Was this a sign? Was it a metaphor of the current state of my life? Am I a really a failure? Was it a sin I had committed? We are all familiar with the harsh and dark questions, which cause us to doubt ourselves, essentially become self-destructive. What was I going to do?!
However, if there were any answers that I could possible muster up to the overflowing questions, it was one.