What is failure?
I asked that question a lot in my previous life. I never understood it.
I didn't mean, I never failed… but I never considered my failed tries as failure.
No.
Instead, I considered them my step toward perfection.
Rather than crying about failing, I tried understanding the reason behind it so that the next time, something like that won't happen.
But you see, still I had feelings.
I was a very emotionally sensitive guy. Oh, right and humble and innocent too.
So, when this peasant, an average-looking trash of a girl called me a failure as a human, it irked me.
I mean, I was a failure in being ugly.
But failure as a human?
That's straight-up blasphemy.
How could someone try to call someone as noble and pure as me a failure just because I pushed one of her friends into a beast's mouth?
Tsk,
That's why I don't like to do good work.
