Why am I failing? Why me? Why does it feel like everyone else is moving forward while I'm stuck in the same place? Why do I give my all and still end up with empty hands? Why does it seem like no matter how much I care, it still falls apart? We all ask these questions, in the quiet of our rooms, in the middle of long nights when nothing makes sense. But maybe failure isn't life being cruel; maybe it's life being kind in a language we don't yet understand. Sometimes things have to fall apart so we can see what was never meant to stay. Sometimes we need to be brought to our knees to realize our strength was never in standing tall but in learning how to rise again. Failure is not the enemy; it's the teacher we never wanted but always needed. It strips away our illusions, humbles our pride, and reminds us what truly matters. Maybe the love that slipped away was saving you for something purer. Maybe the dream that crumbled was only clearing the path for a better one to grow. So don't curse your failures, cradle them, learn from them, let them mold you. Because in the end, failures aren't exactly the opposite of success; it's the rough, uneven path that leads you right to it. One day, you'll look back and thank the storm for teaching you how to dance in the rain.