"Never give up. Find a way to make it happen". Those words are planted on my head. They serve as a reminder to continue whenever life gives me reasons to stop myself from doing something that I want to do.

Growing up, failures became my best buddies. Back when I was younger, I have always wanted success in everything. But as failures came to my way, I eventually realized that life isn't always about winning.

I was in first grade when I first met one of my very first downfall. We were tasked to recite a piece for a declamation contest. I recited it very well but a teacher commented that I should deliver it in a low tone. I cried after that and ran as fast as I could. Who wouldn't understand an innocent child who just wanted to compete and win?

After that, I decided to stop trying. I focused on studying even more. When I was in 3rd grade, I was forced to join the Read-a-thon wherein I was in the group category. As a first timer, I didn't know what to do. Instead of reading stories and dictionaries, I decided to go with the flow. The day of the contest came and we were all nervous. At the end, we landed on the last place. I felt sadness all over my system which urged me to make a promise for myself that next time, I'll become part of the Top 3.

In 4th grade, I joined the same contest wherein I landed on the 8th place. Not bad right? At least, I improved a little. Kidding aside! Aside from those, I joined numerous contests such as: MTAP, EPP Quiz Bee, Project Citizen, Bulilit Health Workers, Journalism and many more wherein I failed. I have always prayed to win on the contests but I know that God has a purpose for not answering that prayer of mine.

I was lucky enough to bag the 3rd place on the Math Quiz Bee during my last year in Elementary. I was beyond blessed because after several years, God has granted the wish of mine. It was not the end. It's just the beginning because when I reached high school, I continued to join different contests like Quiz Bees and Essay Writings wherein I dominated. Outside the school, I have competed for CSPC wherein I bagged some awards and advanced to the division level. 

Until now, I am still competing in various competitions. Failing in different competitions taught me the word "SPORTSMANSHIP". If I didn't fail several times, would I still be the person that I am today? The one who smiles despite of defeat? The one who doesn't care about winning because what matters to her are the experiences that she will bring thoughout her entire life?

I'm not blaming God for making me fail several times. In fact, I am so thankful that he allowed me to know that life isn't always about winning. It is all about learning to stand up during your downfalls. Without those failures, I will not be able to meet new friends, to make my Mama proud of that trait of mine and without those, I will not be able to see the beauty of failing. 

A failure is a gift because it teaches you life lessons and it gives you the courage to face the challenges of life without a doubt.