Mistakes are little lessons we learn upon the road of life.
Failures are trial and errors
Our preludes to successes,
Success is a heady drink like Champagne or beer,
It drowns us with joy; helps feed our bruised egos and
Yet, it really teaches us nothing that helps prepare us for life.
We yearn for successes but our successes and what come
With them never really permeate the depths of our souls the
Way failure seems to penetrate.
Successes are dull, giddy, stupors,
Failures are sharp, intense, awakenings
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