Failing. That’s my life.
I have been making mistakes and mediocre at everything all my life. Nobody expects me to succeed. I certainly don’t.
When I was a child, and my grandparents had guests at their house, I helped them serving tea or meal. One time, they had multiple guests in different rooms. We, my aunts and I, were busy preparing and delivering drinks, appetizer and actual meal. They were serving different food to each room. My aunt told me which dishes went to which room, and I had to make sure the right items were served to the right guests. I somehow ended up delivering the wrong dishes to the wrong room and ran out as I placed one plate in front of each guest. I looked at the rest of the guests waiting to be served and panicked. I excused myself and ran back to the kitchen. My aunt was able to come up with more dishes and I went back with them. After all were served, I hid behind the large chest that my grandparents had in their room and sighed. I thought about my mistake and how embarrassed I felt.
Without failures, I don’t think we would learn to be humble or compassionate. One thing that I am most afraid is to become a middle-aged woman who gives advice, who thinks she is special. I must not fail to avoid that.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Must Not Fail.”
“What is the one thing at which you are the most afraid of failing?”