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Fight Against Failures - Jairam Kshirasagar


Hiding in the back won’t help you, would you like to come up and show us? What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty or future or career but failures. You will fail at some point in your life accept it, you will lose. You will embarrass yourself; you will suck at something there is no doubt about it. I was the biggest failure I knew. Failure is fun that period of my life is a dark one. You are going to incur a lot of disappointment, a lot of failures, a lot of setbacks, a lot of defeat and a lot of pain too. However, you will learn a lot and gain a lot which no textbooks, not educational hubs can teach and train you. Failures are the best self-learning books in our life.
  
You got to learn from your mistakes that every mistake you make, you fail a class you get up and try again. See, it is easy to be on the bottom, it doesn’t take any effort to be a loser doesn’t take any motivation or any drive-in order to stay down there at a low level. I have to realize for myself, I can’t use that excuse forever. Cause it falls on everything in you, you have got to harness your will to say I am going to challenge myself. Education is a great equalizer. Education is enlightening, being informed with tons of knowledge and information.

We all have failed in our respective lives and have learned valuable lessons from these failures, and we always said to ourselves everything will be fine one day. I need to hammer myself each moment, each day and every day harder and harder and the nail will fit tightly for sure and forever.

May God bless you all

Warmest Wishes

Jairam Kshirasagar-Your partner in progress
English Teacher


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