One day after class, he looked at me and said I was wasting my time and should lower my expectations.
Those words stayed with me for years.
Those words stayed with me for years.
After finishing school, life did not become easier. I tried applying for jobs, but nothing worked out. Each rejection reminded me of what my teacher had said. Slowly, I began to believe that maybe he was right about me.
I moved from one small job to another, barely earning enough to survive. At some point, I even stopped trying because I felt like failure had become part of my identity.CONTINUE READING.................
I moved from one small job to another, barely earning enough to survive. At some point, I even stopped trying because I felt like failure had become part of my identity.CONTINUE READING.................
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