I used to think failure meant “end.” Now I know it means “beginning.”
This chapter started with one of the toughest moments of my life — a project I poured my heart into collapsed completely. For days, I questioned my worth. For weeks, I doubted my skills.
But then something unexpected happened: instead of running away, I got curious.
I looked at what went wrong, not with guilt, but with honesty.
I learned how to adapt faster, plan better, and trust myself deeper.
Failure stopped being a mirror and became a teacher.
Today, I am grateful for that collapse — it built a stronger version of me.