Everyday i have a fear...not the fear of failing but the fear that i will lose the will to fight and resigned to fate. I tell myself failure is my best friend because i had failed so much that we now sit side by side for breakfast and i tell failure i see her tomorrow for breakfast again. I dread the day when my will is broken to fight another good fight and last the day. I guess people who had first hand in tasting hunger and first hand in digging pennies to buy a meal would empathise. It sucks to fail...it is even suckier to know that you are too broken to give it another go.