This is a rewrite on my first attempt to discuss failure. Apparently I failed at adequately capturing the essence of my meaning. How ironic to “fail” about discussing “failure”. Oh well…………. Here I go again.
I noticed how much I hate failure. Every ounce of it.
Well I reassessed why that was. I realized it’s because I am so attached to success. And failure is the polar opposite.
Or is it?
It is the name of the road we take to success.
Each time we have an experience that is not in alignment with our goal we tend to view it as “failure”.
I think Thomas Edison summarized it best when someone asked him if he felt like a failure because he had tried over 1,000 filaments to create the incandescent light bulb. Edison said no, not at all. I have successfully identified 1,000 things that did not work.
As I work towards this goal of appreciating the value of my “failed” experiences, a feeling of weakness also arises. Failure is just a label we put on an event. We feel the need to find a cause to why something happened. But maybe if we took a step back from our perception, we would see that it is just another event. It is just another memory that will diminish in weight as time passes.
When we make mistakes
It should be a reminder to take personal responsibility;
Accept what we've done wrong, and move on.
And there is my second attempt, maybe a thousand more will come, to get it right!