Novel & Cerita You Couldn't Live With Your Own Failure

I couldn’t afford to fail and return as a nobody. Our lives would be far worse and my chances of ever finding a partner that might be willing to take me as a bride and assist my family would be diminished. That of Lanthernia would be diminished too. Father would become a laughing stock. No one would patronize my home services anymore. Our lives would drop beneath the scale of survival. I cannot afford to fail. Right now, I focused on steadying my breathing that was about to turn frantic and count to ten to calm my heart rate.

I failed once, this time there was no space for failure. Lurther would die.

I could see her processing my words, wanting to believe them but still fighting years of conditioning that told her she wasn't good enough. "I'm terrified," she admitted finally. "What if I try and fail? What if I embarrass myself, or worse, embarrass you and your family by association?" "Then you try again," I said without hesitation, shrugging my shoulders. I knew how many times I had been rejected when I was starting things up, both in my pack and my company. I didn't just wake up and succeed. "And if you fail again, you try once more. But Isabella, the only real failure would be not trying at all. The only way you can embarrass me is by giving up on yourself."

"But you didn't." "I wanted to." "That's different from doing it." He looked at me. "You're doing something impossible, Sophia. Stop measuring yourself against a version of you that doesn't have three children under three." "I keep thinking I should be managing better." "Better than what? Better than surviving? Better than keeping three children fed and healthy while running an international company?" His voice was steady. "You sat on the floor for thirty seconds and then you got up. That's not failure. That's exactly what strength looks like."

You think you're so special because you moved to the city and work at some crappy coffee shop, but you're just a pathetic failure. I've been trying to get in touch with you for weeks now, but you've been too busy chasing after your stupid dreams. And now I see why – because you're a failure. You always have been, and you always will be. And you were scared I’d see through your pathetic lifestyle.

Is the universe correcting itself at my expense? If there was an award for the best idiot, I would win with no competition needed. I had risked everything, lowered myself to the worst, and violated my own principles and someone else's trust, only for it all to slip through my fingers like a drop of water. Not even water like smoke, leaving nothing behind but the acrid smell of failure. I remained on the ground, unable to muster the strength or will to move. What was the point? Where would I go? What would I do now?

On the figures. On the connection. On the way everything is shifting beneath the surface. “Soon,” I say. “How soon?” “Soon enough that we need to be ready.” “For what?” I look at him. Really look at him. Because this is the part I don’t want to say. “The first real failure.” Silence. Then— “Define ‘real,’” he says. “Something the system can’t correct on its own.” “And you?” “I might not be able to either.” That lands.

"You have less than a hundred days left in your time, and if you fail..." "What if I fail?" "You will face a delicate consequence a human can never survive." "I've always been the kind of person who doesn't meet anyone's expectations. How am I supposed to face this thing I got myself into?" Honestly stated. "You hope to never face the hardship your mother suffered through. Failure of magic aims at what you're most afraid to happen." My heart fell. "That's not possible." "In my world, everything does."

it growled, and there was no venom in the words and no particular conviction either, only the testing quality of a question that has not yet found its answer and is not in any hurry to stop looking. "Perhaps," I said, and I let the honesty of that live in my voice without shame, because Nora Roberts taught me that certainty is for the dishonest and the desperate and that the genuinely strong do not need to pretend they cannot fail - they only need to know why they must try anyway. "But failure is not final. It is only a lesson, and I have been a student of very hard lessons for a very long time, and I carry every one of them with me, and together they are enough."

I'd rather sleep on the roof top or with an ugly girl but not you, definitely not your kind. "Failure is part of human learning, if we can't deal with it then, that's when we eventually start failing the more" She narrowed her eyes at me as she prepared for a comeback "But, when you start dealing with failure on a minimum scale then it won't become a problem in the future" Ah ah, I've already prepared my own comeback too "But, when the big ones occur and you can't deal with it because you haven't encountered it before what then do you do?"