The Worst Critiques.

He banged his head on the wall nearby once again. He was disappointed in himself, once again. He let his guard down for a glitchy second and watched him lose what took him months to gain. He lost his integrity, sense of honour and he felt like a certified loser.

A part of him wanted to do what it does best. And that's give in to his flaws and give up on his life. He had tried so hard and it only took him a merciless second for him to fall right back into the pit he climbed up from. And the fall hurt him badly. The fall brought him back one little thing and took away everything he had achieved in his life in a jiffy and he struggled to embrace that, digest that. He lost the little bits and bobs of confidence that he once had and he now, thoroughly wanted to give up. He wanted to go to his rooftop and dive right down. He did realize that his rooftop was only 10 metres high and the worst damage it could do to him is break a limb or two of his.

He almost decided to let go when he remembered that he could always start over and get back on track, become stronger than ever, bloom brighter than he had ever bloomed before, radiate vibrance like he had never radiated before and push to higher extremes like he had never pushed before.

There is always another chance to improve. There is always room for forgiveness, there is always time for healing and there is always love for curing. Sometimes, it's us who are our worst critiques and it would probably be of use if we were a teensy bit kinder to the person we look at when we stand in front of the mirror, for they too are human and are susceptible to their own demons.