Truth be told, we have failed.
We have failed to be honest with ourselves.
We have failed to remember an important day.
We have failed to pass an exam.
We have failed to make someone smile.
We have failed to persevere.
For most of our lives, ever since our very first experiences, we are encouraged to list our successes. In school, good grades are celebrated and highlighted by the teachers, almost as though the bad ones remain unnoticed. A negative perception comes as a result of it. Our ego seems hurt, our self-esteem scarred.
Yet, foremost, we have failed to see that failure was a success, one more step towards the achievement, one part of the story of this accomplishment. All in all, failure is an intrinsic part of a success.
When we fail, we learn to embrace the darkness. For, without darkness, there is no light. Failure is a springboard. When we fail, we are meant to grasp where it went wrong. We are meant to understand there was either an unsuitable choice made or merely bad timing involved.
Failing is learning. Failing is strengthening oneself. Failing is climbing one staircase ahead, not falling one floor behind. The act of failing is comparable to the climb of a ladder, uncovering one more layer of your very own self. To a certain extent, failing is a self-discovery.
Failing means trying. And what greater gift is there than being endowed with the boldness to take a leap of faith and dive straight in? Failing is thus what makes the journey ever more meaningful.
“Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.”— Truman Capote
Failing at making the attempt might in the end be the greatest failure of all.