I assure you, one day you’ll be fine.
This might be one of those stories where I won’t tinker with the title. Why so? Because I know it’s a bad day for you; maybe it’s the worst. I know you are at that stage where those motivational quotes are not working for you. The reason could be anything. It could be your boss scolding you even though you tried your best. Somebody you trusted broke your heart; somebody you loved broke your heart. You may have been crying since this morning. I’m talking to all those who failed today. You wanted somebody to tell you it’s okay, just another bad day. You’ll be fine one day.
If you don’t have the energy to read further, just read the next four or five lines. Then you can leave it because I know your stage; I’ve been there. It might be true that I can’t even imagine the pain you are carrying. But before leaving, let me assure you that it’s just another bad day; you’ll be fine one day. As a writer, I tried to cover my story in one small piece. Read it and leave it; come again tomorrow to read the remaining piece.
The book I bought to write my story was filled with failures. One day, it asked me, “What is your real purpose? Why do you look like the epitome of failure? Do you even know what success looks like?” I smiled at it and left the last page empty.
Last month, I found that book again and added two lines:
- I successfully uploaded my writing on Medium every alternate day. Some of them are good because people like them, even though I’m a beginner.
- I healed somebody today, and hey, book, that counts as success for me.
It all started in mid-2023. In June, I completed my engineering degree. I’m an above-average student; my dad works in the same field as I studied. It was a smooth road for me. But what did I do? I chose a different path — the one no one in my entire family had tried before. It was a hard decision, but everybody supported me because it pays well. After my first casual attempt, I took a one-year gap to prepare for the exam and learn about the field in detail. I was a little bit scared too, so I bought a book to write my further story (influenced by some YouTube channel). It wasn’t a daily diary; it was meant to capture every major success or setback along the journey.
At first, I believed it would be a courageous action, so I penned my first page with that thought only: “I’m doing something new, scared, but it will be fun. Not everyone has the courage to do that………. 191 pages to go.”
The beginning was good — like everyone’s, right? It gets messy after a few days. You know that “once in a blue moon” idiom? It applies to my pages of success stories. The old engineer taunted me, saying I had filled almost 90% of my pages with failures. But patience was all I had, so I kept writing — until I failed my exams, my biggest failure.
Pages started filling with negative thoughts, every setback I could count. The year is wasted. You failed even after studying. No one fails this badly, at least not an above-average student. People have started their success journeys — you failure. Do you have what it takes…?
“Wait, wait, wait…” something inside me said. “Only one page is empty. “Don’t end it with your fail stories. Trust me, we can get out of this. Just leave this one page empty. This is not how you end your book. You’re in a negative state, you’re upset — first, work on that.” And I kept the last page white.
Now, I didn’t have a page to write on, but that craving, that habit of writing was still there. So I started writing sad poems to soothe myself (that’s when I actually found my art of writing). Eventually, I stopped that too, as I needed a positive mindset, and sad poems weren’t helping. What did I do for that? I took a break. A break from all this mess, a break from myself.
During this time, I did exactly the opposite of what I was supposed to do. Instead of studying, I started watching movies that I had craved for the last several months. Instead of waking up early to study, I started going for a walk in the morning. Instead of reading those study books, I started reading novels and self-help books. As the days passed, I started writing positive poems. Those two weeks of break helped a lot.
You know they say, “Time heals everything” the old, boring, repetitive quote. It actually works. Sometimes, not taking action works. Sometimes, doing nothing works. And yes, sometimes, doing only what you want works. You only need one seed of positive thought, and a whole garden will be there within a few days.
Now, it has been four months since I wrote that failure page. Just two weeks ago, I took it out again, buried under the weight of seven or eight books. I needed to write something in it. While writing, I realized — I might need two or three pages to write my failure story, but for success, a sentence is enough. And why is that? Because you are the one who decides what success is for you, not the book of the world.
I wrote those two small sentences on the last page in two weeks. We ignore those small success stories. Those stories could be the very things that make you different from the crowd. That small step, without greed for your future self, matters. Take it.
Keep that last page empty — not for failure, but for hope. One day, you’ll know exactly what to write. And I know for sure, today’s failure, is not your last page.
