My shoot was horrible, 354/400. Sucky score, definitely inconsistency. Realised my days of training were all wasted...

Sometimes, working hard doesn't give you results.

Crying doesn't help at all. All it does is serve as a relief for stress. Everything still remains, nothing changes. Helplessness descends and defeat lingers.

They say, there's always next time.

Is it true?

History repeats.