There is but one cause of human failure. And that is man's lack

Host: The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside the window, as the world outside seemed to hold its breath. Inside, the dim light of a single lamp cast soft, flickering shadows on the walls. Jack sat in a worn armchair, the edges of his tired expression softened by the quiet. Jeeny sat across from him, her gaze focused and thoughtful, her fingers tracing the edge of a coffee cup. The air between them was heavy, but not with tension — rather, with the unspoken weight of a conversation yet to come.

Jeeny: (gently, her voice breaking the silence) “You’ve been quiet all evening, Jack. What’s on your mind?”

Jack: (sighs, leaning back, his eyes on the floor) “I’ve been thinking about something… something that feels too real to ignore. I heard a quote earlier today — something about failure. It’s been on my mind ever since. About how the cause of human failure is a lack of faith in our true selves.”

Jeeny: (raising an eyebrow, her tone curious) “A lack of faith in our true selves? That’s a bold claim. But do you agree with it? Do you think that’s the reason we fail?”

Jack: (pauses, his voice reflective) “I don’t know. It’s hard to believe that everything we face — the struggles, the challenges — could be boiled down to just that. But maybe there’s something there. Maybe failure doesn’t come from circumstances or outside forces, but from not truly believing in who we are, what we’re capable of.”

Jeeny: (leaning forward, her voice more intense) “That’s an interesting thought. But if that’s true, Jack, then why do we doubt ourselves? Why do we lose faith in who we are, especially when the world pushes back against us?”

Jack: (his voice quiet, almost bitter) “Maybe because it’s easier to believe the world when it tells us we’re not enough. It’s easier to look at the outside world and think it defines us — that our worth is measured by our success, our achievements, the opinions of others. It’s hard to trust in something that isn’t visible, something inside us that we can’t always see or feel.”

Host: The room feels still, as if the weight of their words hangs in the air. Jack’s eyes, distant and heavy with doubt, are locked on the floor. Jeeny’s gaze, however, is steady, unwavering, as if she can see something in him that he himself can’t yet grasp.

Jeeny: (her voice soft but insistent) “But that’s the point, isn’t it? The true self isn’t something you can see with your eyes, Jack. It’s not about what the world shows you or what you think you’re capable of. It’s about faith — faith in something deeper, something that isn’t defined by the external. True faith means believing in your own strength, your purpose, even when the world tells you otherwise.”

Jack: (shakes his head, frustration creeping in) “It’s hard to have faith in something you can’t see. It’s hard to trust that inner strength when all you’ve been shown is the hard reality of failure after failure.”

Jeeny: (smiling softly, with quiet conviction) “I think that’s exactly why we need faith. True faith isn’t about ignoring the reality around us. It’s about trusting that no matter how many times we fall, we can always rise again. It’s about knowing that our worth is not determined by our failures, but by our ability to rise in the face of them.”

Host: The air grows calmer, as if Jeeny’s words are taking root in Jack’s heart. Her voice, steady and full of belief, lingers in the room, settling over the space like a comforting blanket. Jack’s gaze lifts, his eyes now searching her face for something — a glimmer of that faith she speaks of.

Jack: (his voice low, almost unsure) “You really think we can rise above all of it? That our failures won’t define us if we just believe?”

Jeeny: (nodding slowly, her voice unwavering) “Yes, because failure doesn’t define us. The only thing that defines us is the way we choose to see ourselves. And that choice is what gives us the power to overcome anything. True faith means trusting in that power, no matter how hard it gets.”

Jack: (his voice soft, almost to himself) “I wish I could believe that. It’s hard to trust in something when you’ve been beaten down so many times. It feels like the world is always telling you you’re not enough.”

Jeeny: (reaching out, her hand gently on his) “But you are enough, Jack. We all are. The true self isn’t measured by success or failure. It’s the quiet strength inside, the belief that we can keep going, no matter what. That’s where true power lies — in the faith we have in ourselves.”

Host: The moment stretches, the room feeling both weighty and light at the same time. Jack’s eyes soften, his heart slowly starting to open to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, the key to overcoming failure lies in faith — in himself.

Jack: (looking at her, his voice almost a whisper) “So, you’re saying that all this time, the only thing holding me back was… my own lack of faith?”

Jeeny: (nodding, her voice warm and full of understanding) “Yes. And when you believe in your true self, when you have faith in who you really are, nothing can stop you. Not failure, not the world, not the doubts. You have everything you need inside you. It’s just about trusting it.”

Jack: (his voice resolute, a new understanding in his eyes) “I think I’m starting to see it now. It’s not about the world around us. It’s about what we choose to believe inside.”

Host: The night has deepened, but the light in the room feels brighter now. The silence between them holds a new kind of peace, one born from a shared understanding — that failure doesn’t define us. It’s the faith in our true selves that shapes who we are. As Jack and Jeeny sit together, their words are no longer just words; they are a quiet, powerful truth that resonates between them, and within them, forever changing the way they see themselves and the world.