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On an odd day like today, when your month long research experiment turns out to be a disappointing failure, it is annoyingly painful to make your choice of reaction towards it. Historically, I will hear my mother say, persistence – try again. I naturally radiate inwards and suspect my self-efficacy and loathe my foresight and swing all the way to questioning my scientific expertise. Why didn’t this experiment work?  As I walk backwards through the  ritual of trouble shooting it, I frustratingly ponder over possible causes for those 4 weeks X 4 hours each day worth of time and effort, gone down the drain. I know this will pass, and I will repeat the experiment (differently) and try again.

As a virtue, ‘persistence’ has always intrigued me.

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