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"Overcome your fear of failure" & "Embrace Risk and Novelty"

These sections of the article caught my attention because we tend to leave things behind because we are scared of failing or disappointing others, which leads us to imagine, as the author says, the worst-case scenario.

Apart from this, we also have a tendency of judging before hand, just because our minds only let us see humilliation or failure overcoming us through the moment that is taking place, no matter what it is. However, this process of denial could be related to our past, due to the way we were brought up or prior relationships that did not work as planned, or rough times through our childhood, that evolved into what we now are. So when we are put in the position of taking decisions for ourselves ( that might or not be important) we make ends meet with the past, resulting in a situation in which we repel the proposal in order no to suffer the consequences that ached in the past.

However, we should come to understand that pushing things back is not the solution to our problems and through this we lose or self-confidence and optimism, making our thoughts grey. But it could turn out ok, and if it does not we should think that , as Carlin Flora states, shaky startups, missteps or broken hearts can be remedied.

In addition, when we make a wrong step or if it does not work out as planned, we do not have to put our selves down, because that error or misstep could lead us to our success. We then must learn to aknowledge our wrong doings and remember always, that if it does not kill you, it will make you stronger.

Anyhow, stepping up for new territories and challenges is terrifying, making us avoid any minimum risks that were emphasized most of the time by our overpotective parents. This ends in a vicious circle in which we claim our problems to the unknown, because it has been a life threatening icon during history, as the author quotes. This will end up in making us imagine the worst-case scenario that coud ever happen to us if we ever changed prespectives. But something everyone should keep in mind is that we will not regret what we did in the past, but we will regret the ones we did not do or try.

In conclusion, in order to get going with your life, is to question yoursef honestly, reflect on the assets and liabilities of your life, but what ever you do, do not hide behind the sad situation you are living, because that way you will always be stuck in a rut. Learn to plan steps for your improval, analize what you did wrong if you misstepped and do not raise your expectations of achieving your goal with everything perfect, because we are meant to learn that pain and suffering is part of life.

My first concrete encounter with death

I was reading the journal entries that have been proposed on the class blog, and when I read Write about your first experience with death. Who died? When? What did you know about death before the event, and what did you know after?, I had a huge Flashback.

When I was around ten or nine years old, a very good friend of mine from primary school lost his two year old brother, so I decided to go to the funeral and pay my respects. As soon as I got to the funeral home, I went to find my friend, and his devastating face was heart-wrecking.

I had known the family for many years, and I was quite fond of them too. So me and my curiosity went to the seperate room in which his tiny body lay eternally resting on the coffin. I grew closer to the casket until I could see him completely. He had died from severe chicken pox, so his face was full of pink and red spots. In that moment my heart beat went faster and faster, so I left the room, and before I left it completely, I saw my friends' grandma and I can't remember exactly but she grabbed my hand and said something to me. Once again, her wrinkled face with that sad looking image was smashing my heart in pieces.

After that I just headed for the front door and I stayed there talking to another friend, and soon my tears came.

That was my first true encounter with death, since I hadn't gone to my grandpa's funeral because I was too little, but I knew what death implied and it's consequences. However, the impact of seeing the body was what made the difference from what I knew and didn't before and after.

Through other experiences that I've had in the past, I've learned that no matter who the person was, if I knew him/her or not, death always grabs a piece of my heart and pinches it. Sadness and tears overcome me in those moments no matter what.