Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.
Refuse to ever use the term 'failure' again about yourself or anyone else. Remind yourself that wehn things didn't go as planned you didn't fail, you only produced a result.