This is a story of my own experience with failure and how I overcame it... Back in Hungary, I was taught by a young astrophysicist named Mr. Cartwright, who taught me in topset math. My classmates frequently achieved above 90% on tests, and anytime we were even grazing the 70-80% levels, our blood would boil with a sudden fit of rage, while we attempted to milk out any marks the teacher might have gotten wrong as we exploited the great desperation within us to hit the 90% mark. And understandably, my classmates wanted to keep up the very competitive lifestyle with one another to not drop out of our class. This led to several heated debates, mental breakdowns, and rage fits from my classmates, and occasionally from myself as well, when our test scores came back worse than expected. Nevertheless, I coped with the challenges of M1 relatively well, except the one time I got 32% on a self-assessment test.as Mr. Cartwright handed the paper back to me, my heart raced as I slowly saw a 3, and then right after a 2, followed by the % symbol. I was shocked in desperation, even a lone tear trickled down my face.

 As that lesson progressed, we began reviewing our answers, although I was so caught up with the number 32 that I simply couldn’t get correcting my disaster of a test. And while my better-achieving classmates already revised the necessary formulas and thought processes to correct their results, I was still there trying to get a grip and overcome the shame I felt all over me. And that’s when I remembered what my father always told me:

“It’s pointless and failed to please your anguish by crying over a past failure because there’s nothing you can change about the past, just the future... so make that count!”, he would always say whenever I was angry at my grades or failure to achieve a goal. And to be fair, he wasn’t wrong, as it is a fact that you can’t manipulate the past except for your perceived knowledge of it. This means you can either forget the failure or keep it in the back of your mind and improve yourself, and learn from that failure, which many people just can’t seem to get themselves to do so.

 In fact, I believe this issue is rooted in how our personal stories through time are permanent and unchangeable, which I experienced firsthand during this test, as once at the end of the examination I handed my test back over to the teacher, there was no such thing as going back an hour to work on my paper any longer. And I often notice this trend of us not at least attempting to change our destiny while we still can amongst my fellow pupils as well, because we get caught up within our inner perfectionist and choose to shift away from noticing our failures, while we attempt to change the minute details instead, just to please ourselves while we overlook greater issues lurking within our work. And there is a reason why when we’re writing essays in class, we’re always told to link our ideas... We must always consider the greater picture not only in writing, but also in life. That’s because often things don’t simply just boil down to how we treat each individual issue, but rather how we treat them all in the eye of consistency. Yet effective consistency is only possible if we do not repeat our failures by choosing to live with them not in an accepting manner, but rather in a perspective where every day we choose to prove these failures wrong for our current, future-shaping selves, rather than be a miserable man caught up within the past in an endless cycle of being so concerned, yet so arrogant about our tales of failures, that we do not realise how we could have made them into tales of success 
As that lesson progressed, we began reviewing our answers, although I was so caught up with the number 32 that I simply couldn’t get correcting my disaster of a test. And while my better-achieving classmates already revised the necessary formulas and thought processes to correct their results, I was still there trying to get a grip and overcome the shame I felt all over me. And that’s when I remembered what my father always told me:

“It’s pointless and failed to please your anguish by crying over a past failure, because there’s nothing you can change about the past, just the future... so make that count!”, he would always say whenever I was angry at my grades or failure to achieve a goal. And to be fair, he wasn’t wrong, as it is a fact that you can’t manipulate the past except for your perceived knowledge of it. This means you can either forget the failure or keep it in the back of your mind and improve yourself, and learn from that failure, which many people just can’t seem to get themselves to do so.

 In fact, I believe this issue is rooted in how our personal stories through time are permanent and unchangeable, which I experienced firsthand during this test, as once at the end of the examination I handed my test back over to the teacher, there was no such thing as going back an hour to work on my paper any longer. And I often notice this trend of us not at least attempting to change our destiny while we still can amongst my fellow pupils as well, because we get caught up within our inner perfectionist and choose to shift away from noticing our failures, while we attempt to change the minute details instead, just to please ourselves while we overlook greater issues lurking within our work. And there is a reason why when we’re writing essays in class, we’re always told to link our ideas... We must always consider the greater picture not only in writing, but also in life. That’s because often things don’t simply just boil down to how we treat each individual issue, but rather how we treat them all in the eye of consistency. Yet effective consistency is only possible if we do not repeat our failures by choosing to live with them not in an accepting manner, but rather in a perspective where every day we choose to prove these failures wrong for our current, future-shaping selves, rather than be a miserable man caught up within the past in an endless cycle of being so concerned, yet so arrogant about our tales of failures, that we do not realise how we could have already made them rather into tales of success instead.