Hiding is painful.
Can’t dispute that. The embarrassment we feel when things don’t go right stings.
We remember the pain. As a result, those are the memories we have.
However, something funny happens after some time.
If we admitted something, stood up for somebody, or did anything else noble, we remember it with pride.
No matter how much it stings, no matter what we paid for it.
Ask yourself, can today be that day?
Is today worth remembering?