Obviously, never trying is worse that failing. However, the fear of failure is a difficult hurdle to get over. Nobody wears their failures as an honor, only success is celebrated.
What is the real risk of trying? For me, judgement is powerful. I have a deep seeded need to be perceived as successful, I don't know why I care what others perceive me to be, I just do. The real question for me is...
Is revealing your vulnerability worth the risk of trying?
The logical me would tell you that failure is the stepping stone to success. I would tell you to go out and try new things, you can only learn from your mistakes, failure makes success sweeter, you will learn from every experience and always being successful makes for a dull and uninteresting person. Failure is the great equalizer, nobody can be successful all the time. At the very least, failure makes for an interesting story.
The difference between "try" and "triumph" is a little UMPH. Thanks Suzanne Brown for the nudge.
Today I will try something new and if I fail, so what...at least I tried. Cheers.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
First of 50 Questions
How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?
I would be the age of discovery, the age when time has no real relevance and you can be and do anything. The age when there are no limits, only possibility. The time immediately before you became aware of the looming realty known as life's ultimate deadline. A time when you were still the most viable, still coming up and and knowing that reinventing the world was still possible. That fleeting sweet spot where you believe you can and are needed to assist mankind. The moment when you knew that people were depending on you to make a difference and you inherently knew anything is possible.
Wishing I had taken the time and had the wisdom to embrace the fleeting moment thinly sandwiched between "I have all the time in the word" to the place of "what's the point".
Is it ever to late to make a difference?
I would be the age of discovery, the age when time has no real relevance and you can be and do anything. The age when there are no limits, only possibility. The time immediately before you became aware of the looming realty known as life's ultimate deadline. A time when you were still the most viable, still coming up and and knowing that reinventing the world was still possible. That fleeting sweet spot where you believe you can and are needed to assist mankind. The moment when you knew that people were depending on you to make a difference and you inherently knew anything is possible.
Wishing I had taken the time and had the wisdom to embrace the fleeting moment thinly sandwiched between "I have all the time in the word" to the place of "what's the point".
Is it ever to late to make a difference?
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