Why Me?

I pulled the bowstring too hard.
I kept pulling, again and again,
until my strength gave out.
The bow couldn’t take it anymore.
It groaned, then snapped—
so completely broken
that I couldn’t even hold it again.
I had worked so hard,
but the thought that all my effort
might end up wasted
hurt my pride and filled me with fear.
Why me?
How did I not see it coming
until things reached this point?