I sat in aΒ training room yesterday and was asked to talk about the times in my life where my persistence pavedΒ way to my success.
I thought of all my experiences wherein persistence took over my life and it wasΒ not easy to spot one.
I did rememberΒ my diligence in learning how to use excel sheet, word and power point and how it helped me rise from being an MS Office-ignorant to an efficient Executive Secretary and so on and so fort.
Indeed a success story. A motivational testimony. But that’s one success in maybe a hundred failures.
As we left the training room, I started wondering about all the other times when persistence almost disappeared in my life, like ashes from burnt dreams being blown away by wind of desperation.
I remember how several times in my life, I succumbed to the word – destiny.
Whenever I fail at something for once or twice, I will tell myself, to just give up as it might not be meant for me. That maybe something else or something better is waiting for me that’s why I failed.
But after yesterday’s training, I asked myself – if I had not believed much in destiny and if I had been tenacious in pursuing what I wanted earlier in life, would I be in a different place or job right now? Would I be in a destiny I have created for myself?
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