Failure is generally accepted as a curse, and few people ever understand that it is only a curse when it is accepted as such. When it is accepted as temporary defeat, and used as an opportunity to learn, grow and advance your cause, it becomes nature's richest gift. That gift only becomes available to those who embrace their failures as a necessary part of their ultimate journey. Below is a poem about the gift of failure:
The test of a man is the fight he makes, The grit that he daily shows;
The way he stands on his feet and takes fate's numerous bumps and blows,
a coward can smile when there's naught to fear, when nothing his progress bars;
but it takes a man to stand up and cheer while some other fellow stars.
It isn't victory, after all, but the fight that a brother makes;
the man who, driven against the wall, still stands up erect and takes the blows of fate
with his head held high: bleeding, and bruised, and pale,
is the man who'll win in the by and by, for he isn't afraid to fail.
It's the bumps you get, and the jolts you get, and the shocks that your courage stands,
the hours of sorrow and vain regret, the prize that escapes your hands,
that test your mettle and price your worth; it isn't the blows you deal,
but the blows you take on the good old earth, that show if your stuff is real.