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I have read a book named “The flipsides” –stories telling about people who experienced severe predicaments or unfortunate blights, which turn out to be the foster for propitious changes. I read with high doubt; apparently I couldn’t believe how an incapacitated man can be happy and satisfied with his unlucky life. Candidly, I thought that the flipside phenomenon could never happen: reality is reality; misery is certainly not a miracle. However, there came an incident changing my surmise: I met a disastrous traffic accident. Thankfully, it was fortunate that I couldn’t become one of the characters for the flipside story as I didn’t strongly destroy or lose any parts of my body. Yet I was deeply in pain; I couldn’t move, walk or travel in even small distance. I was bleeding, bruised; wounds were tangibly seen everywhere. The pain depleted my energy; the pain tortured me through days and nights, seemingly eternal. But to me, this doomed experience is still not entirely anguish.
Innately, I always have been a pessimist; thus I tend to express criticism or evince my sense of impatience and grievance for any of specific disturbing cases occurring in my life. Encountering failure or serious mistakes, I let out my strong attitude of dismay and my disappointment for my supposedly praiseworthy effort. I couldn’t help torturing myself by continuously wondering how I made those mistakes, letting myself down with the fear for never achieving any rewards for my abilities. I couldn’t help resisting the idea of self- criticizing myself as futile. Unlike famous quotes: failure is the chance for successor to stand up I hesitated to stand up again. To me, failure seems like a blurring end to my pathetic endeavor
The fatal accident befell. The first days were harsh, the pain crossed the boundary of my endurance; it defeat my power to withstand the toughness. I cried out, I groaned, I wished for the instant relief incessantly. Yet unexpectedly, the miracle of the flipside did come along with the pain when I learned how to cast the torture away. Such amazing occurring happened when I put my belief in myself: there came the feeling of alleviation when I believed the pain was going to wear away but not exaggerate .Profoundly, it’s the matter of belief creating incident progressing in good state. By that method, I learned to appreciate the presently existing failure. In gradual step, I force myself to move around; I can’t stay stagnantly or slacken the race beat of my life any longer. I managed to move around with seemingly insufferable aching wound as I stick with the sense of positivism and satisfaction.
Apparently, this was such a relation with my mental weakness that I couldn’t help not relating this experience with the act of self-criticism in my mind. It’s the matter of belief in oneself that create success. Life is like going out the road with risk of meeting accident in a witty way. The accident, just like the story of flipside narrators, didn’t seem as disastrous as my family thought. To me, rather than unfortunate, the accident positively led me to pursue a worthy path of life attitude. From such strongly self-criticized person, I have refreshed my thought with positivism and confidence. The one confessing failure is the one getting stronger; I courageously accepted mistakes I made in my test, the weakness I communicated with people around and the way I unfairly judge on incident. Yet unlike being self-criticized, despondent and incessantly obsessing with the unlucky, unfair thing happening, I left behind the past and actively seek for efficient action and self-modification. The path of changing was a painful experience but couldn’t be more worthily valuable.
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