I tried. I really did. I had the dream in my grasp:                                                           ­      
it was there for me to accomplish.                                                      ­
But I let go. Now it has withered away.                                    
Nothing mattered.          
But why? I did everything right.

Do not sulk in the corner, things will get better.                                                          ­                                               Try.                                                             ­                                             
Try again. Your long trek through  the dark tunnel will find a light.

"You're useless.  Why even try?                                                      
You'll just end up in the heap again."
So I try again…

Again.                                                   ­                                                 
God, why do you forsake me so? Why is my dream not meant to be true?                                                            ­                                    
Perhaps it is time to lay down my sword  and live the simple life.

No. Never accept it when the dark tells you to give up.                       
You have it in you. If you give up, that dream will forever be lost in the mists of time, never to be remembered.

Finally. I have done it.                                                              ­           
The many times I let go,                                                              ­         
this time I held it tight. I griped the edge of the cliff I would have fallen from, and now I have reached the top. Now my dreams are here.       

I know now: failure will always be with you, that parasite.          
But you have to fight it's influence.                                              
"You'll never succeed," it'll say.

But you're special.

Remember:

Try, fail, repeat: Success!