My Failure

Defeat in love is very disheartening. You love some body dearly and he/she does not reciprocate your feelings at all. Or you have already gone a long distance with someone and he/she goes alone after that. Any failure in love and dating takes the strength away. It kills something inside and the defeat makes another attempt look very difficult. Is this acceptable. Can life not be carried on after such defeats? Why get disheartened and blame ones fate? Why lower self-esteem? Why do all that self-beating?
Success is not our right, nor failure our destiny. Life is a hurdle race. Every life has its ups and downs. The winner is one who gets up after falling again and again. You will say - Easier said than done. I agree. Failure in love is very destructive. We invest quite a lot in love. After that when we face defeat, we feel cheated and helpless. We feel that fate has dealt poor cards to us. It is no doubt difficult to bear the pain.
What should be done? Analyze why this failure happened/ if you find any fault of your own, please correct it. If you find fault of your beloved, please forgive. Begin making contacts again. Search for your soul mate again. Have faith that this time you will get someone real good and worthy of your love. Forget the past. Erase it. Look at it dispassionately and res energize yourself. It is difficult, but it can be done.
Thinking of past failure will only bring more pain. Visualize yourself becoming successful. Think of all the good days that are waiting for you. Think of a future that will be very bright. Fight every negative feeling with something more positive. Don't give up. After every fall rise again. Success will be yours.

“I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.
I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.
I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.”