Teach Failure.

Life was never meant to be easy, you know? So why do you complain?

This is a vortex. A vortex of I-me-&-myself. And being force fed by all - and all is not just momdad, it's friends and colleagues and significant others - that one is something special, has made one's skin thin, has made one defensive and resistant to criticism.

I am right. I always have been. I am good. I have friends. I have people who like me. I stand apart. I am smart. Fucken smart. Heavens have mercy, I am money-ed!

So how can I be wrong?

See the conundrum? We are the fairly successful, we are the ones that have got better and better every day. We are the uber-snobs, bigger than the garden variety snob one finds in schools, colleges and work, ... because we had earned the right of passage, it was not given to us in a platter.

We are the ones who know the solutions, and if we do not know, we will grunt it through, and if even grunt is not working, we will faff. We won't fail.

No. Stop. Learn to fail.
Learn to try hard. very hard. And then fail..... (PS I am telling this to myself)

Our parents have been failures in that they have only taught us to win, taught us to strive. Our friends have failed us by telling us we are immortal, or at worst- mortal, but only with them, bacause they are immortal too.

Get up. Brush off. Go on. It's ok.

Great to hear. But who wil teach you to brush off?