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I am driven by disappointment. Every failure I come across is no reason for me to give up and lay flat on the floor. Instead, these urge me to push myself to stand up, dust-off remainders of that fall and keep on walking.
He lifts the mallet and swishes his arms to aim at the golden gong. It makes a loud noise that can wake up people, yet he stands there, eyes sullen, heart heavy, body tired.