During my 26 years on Earth so far I failed at many things. At love, at school at being a football player, at being a good grandson, even at being friendly. I’m still failing at plenty of things — at getting my driver’s license, at facing my worst fears, at communication. But there’s inner truth in every failure, and that’s what this is all about.
Every morning that we get out of bed and face another day is a win. Every day we score many countless wins as we work, do things we enjoy, or prove useful to others in small ways. We never celebrate these tiny victories. We take them for granted.
In life we win much more than we fail, but our mind likes to focus on our defeats. Even if we’re not the “But the glass is half empty” type. Defeat invites doubts and anxiety. It tramples pride.
I am wary of the “never give up” attitude, or the “get up and fight harder” approach to failure. Sometimes giving up is victory. Sometimes running away is winning. Willful defeat can be better in the long run than reckless victory.
Failure can be a wonderful sentiment once you have fully absorbed it. Once the confusion and the disappointment begin to fade, failure sharpens the world around us and often gives the familiar a new warmth. If the only benefit of failing is the chance to return back to the safety of your own inner island, then failure is worth the trouble.
Without failing every now and then, our life would be worse than it is. Few things manage to return us to ourselves like failure does. Like a handful of ice-cold water that breaks against the still-sleepy cheek in the morning, failure awakes. It creates the opportunity for us to consider our values and our needs.
We often fail not because we are not good enough, but because we do what the time has not yet come for us to do. Or sometimes, because we do what we think is right for us, or what we think will make us happy. Sometimes we fail before we actually fail – we fail at seeing deeply enough.
When I fail at something, I feel bad about it. I’m a perfectionist. But I analyze my mistakes, try to understand why I failed, and if I still want that thing, I try again.
When I fail at something twice, I feel awful about it. But I give myself time, and I try to understand whether failing at that thing wasn’t in fact better for me. I believe that there are times in life when, despite all your hard work, you have to fail because you have to fail.
It’s then that failure brings you inner truth and helps you understand yourself better — your strengths, your weaknesses, your character.
Sometimes failing is good enough. Necessary even. If I hadn’t failed at being a football player, I would not be a writer today, and there would be no boy with a hat. And if I hadn’t failed at love, I wouldn’t have the chance to come across it again in newness and in wonder.
12 thoughts on “Why It’s Good to Fail Sometimes”
I love this! Wonderful perspective!
Sometimes running away is winning. – This is called original thought! Inspiring!
I enjoyed this very much, boy with a hat.
If people never failed, how would they ever win? In any struggle, eventually something is defeated, and something lives on. Without the possibility of failure in life, there would not be a struggle. There would not be a struggle to be appreciated, nor the contrast between the relief and happiness of winning and the sadness of failing. People would not understand that they are forever gaining good things, because there would not be any failures to compare their success to.
I like this part: “If the only benefit of failing is the chance to return back to the safety of your own inner island, then failure is worth the trouble. Few things manage to return us to ourselves like failure does…failure awakes.”
Eloquently said, Vincent.
Your failure is sometimes a matter of perception. You might think you have not been a good grandson but your grandparents might think totally differently. I am sure that they would be proud of you any way you turn out. Success is subjective. You may not be as suc4ssful as say Pele or Maradonna or other footballers, but what about that time when you set up that goal. What about that time when you prevented another. Your team mates were happy with you then. You were successful then. We are our oen harshest critics.
You succeed very well in communicating in English. Thank you for writing!
A wise post.
Wonderful to read. Failure is a usual fear, thought, and battle for those who try and try again.
Thanks for sharing, Vincent!