Success is not a light that stays aglow. It’s more like the bright shiny star — bright but fleeting. It’s like a flower blooming, beautiful but fated to wilt, beauty with a very short half-life. Failure is not a dark, black tomb. Instead, it’s a transient sigh, a fleeting kiss of the open sky. It echoes winter’s grip—sharp and unyielding, yet destined to bow to spring’s imagined rebirth. It moves with the rhythm of a heart, nimble and alive.