5 Life Lessons That I’ve Learnt From The Gift of Failure

Self love — The only thing that matters in the end. Friends and partners come and go, but as long as I know and trust in the love for myself through the good and the bad, I am solid in my foundation and know that I will be there for myself unconditionally. I will keep telling myself every day, I love myself. No matter what happens and how many times I get rejected, I am still worthy and deserving of love.
Trusting in my intuition and my inner voice — I’ve been called ‘too emotional’ on several occasions and I used to think this was a bad thing. Now I realize that it’s a gift, my psychic ability to trust in my emotions and decisions. Even when the world is telling me what to do, I know what I feel and I need to keep respecting and honouring my feelings even if no one else understands.
Do not take anything personally — This has been a tricky one for me. It’s so easy to get caught up with everyone else’s emotional drama and circus. So I have to constantly remind myself that everyone is doing the best they can with the resources that they have. They are not trying to hurt me intentionally, they are just trying to sort their own lives out. Give others the benefit of the doubt and trust in the good instead of the bad.
You are stronger than you think — Getting out of my head and being aware of the lies that I tell myself where I think I “should be” in a certain place in my life or where I don’t think I am good enough. These are just stories I keep telling myself to keep myself from living the life that I truly deserve. I am more than enough. I have struggled before and I have always found a way out. I have to continually remind myself of my past success stories to re-condition my brain.
Being uncomfortably comfortable — Where the real change happens. Everything happens for a reason, to teach us to grow and learn from the experiences. And whilst when I am in the thick of the drama, I can’t see the light at the end of tunnel. I remind myself to be grateful of the struggles and the challenges, as it’s shaping me to become a better person. Being stagnant enables me to accept a half-lived life. And I have to keep asking myself, at the end of my life, would I be proud of the life that I lived? Would I have any regrets?