messymiraculousmommy

I had lived 14 years, succeeding at everything I touched in the world. Then one cloudy day, I stood staring at my corrected Physics paper which read ' 4 out of 20' . The teacher was merciful to me: she gave me my paper last so everyone was busy looking at theirs and didn't see my reaction. My brain was scrambling to process this brand new information: for the first time in my life, ever, I had failed. My best friend and my chemistry teacher were the 2 people in my life who held me up at that time and because of their unconditional love, I could bear to face the entire school the next day. Looking back, I can't blame them: who wouldn't gossip about the vice-minister of the blue house who failed in something everyone else had passed in? Quite predictably, I never learnt any physics after that but 'did well' in my board exams all the same. As life went on, I succeeded at failing at things I actually loved and poured my heart and effort into: jobs and m