I was having a really terrible day one day, sitting at my desk in uni, thinking what the heck am I doing here. I spotted a scrap of paper underneath my desk, which read simply 'try again'. It was something I had written, I know my own name and I can recognise my own writing you see, that's how I knew.
Regardless of the hang ups of nostalgia, this was something slightly different, an open thought sent to me from my past self. It's seems bizarre that we can change so much that we let the optimist in us fade. These tiny messages are everywhere, you don't really have to look you just have to read them when they're staring you in the face.
I did 'try again', a whole how ever many months of trying again, and I may not have gained a BAhons but I start a new job on Friday, I have just come back from what has been the most touching two weeks to date, I'm seeing things with a fresh perspective and I feel strong, we shouldn't really be scared of failure but we are, it's quite natural in that we believe if we fail, we can't survive our worth, but I think experiences are like open wounds which can either keep on hurting or heal over completely.