I’ve been pondering this particular post for a while and it just seems like every day, something gets added to it.
Even in the past few weeks, I’ve found myself encouraging a friend that he shouldn’t dwell on a missed opportunity, that he would learn from his mistakes and be better next time, while at the same point in time admitting to another friend that I felt I was just continually making the same mistakes over and over again and was doomed to the Einstein quote on the definition of insanity.
At the same time, one of my other good friends wrote this wonderful post, while I also read this article and this one.
This post is about failure.
It all started percolating back when I made the observation that I learned more about myself in the past year than I learned in the previous seven. My 2012 was full of failure and that led to a lot of things in a lot of directions.
At times, I felt like the old joke about the guy walking to work on an icy day taking one step foward and slipping two steps back. (“How’d you end up making it to the office?” “I gave up and headed for home!”). But in the end, I think in order for things to progress, in order for life to move forward, sometimes failure is necessary.
Sometimes things need to happen in order for other things to take place and go forward. It’s the natural progression of things. I had to leave my job to understand what I wanted to do with myself. I had to lose some of my passion for hockey to understand the value that writing has in my life. Things need to happen for life to progress.
So failure is necessary, mistakes are important and keeping that perspective is important.
Final thought: circling back to my previous post on passion, which I think speaks to this a bit too. Without passion, without caring, without giving a shit about what’s going on, are you actually even failing?