The metal was hard; not the way I wanted it to be. It wasn’t behaving as it should. I had tried my best but it was worthless; it was a failure. Still I did not give up, I had failed before and I will fail again but by the same stroke, I had succeeded before and I would do so again. I was no foreigner to pain, no stranger to defeat; I’ve had my fair share of losses. But I was my own critic, I knew what I had to do to get better. After all, I was my own best friend and my own worst judge.