Failure is the beginning of victory,
said my teacher to me,
far from homeland and war.
They said I was lucky,
while they did not know about my failed attempts,
and the numerous rejections
on the way up.
Did I fail because I made it?
Or did I make it,
for the reason that I failed?
Whether I have reached my destination or not,
is not determined yet,
since this path is just the beginning
of the pursuit of happiness and security.
Was failing just the beginning?
Indeed -
since I continue walking,
and look for a piece of good advice.
