I’ve tried to define “failure” in terms of not trying what you know (or believe) you ought to.
In so many cases, to succeed rests on variables outside our control. So to hang failure on the outcome alone seems to rob the effort of its merit. Truly putting our heart and soul into effort is success. You’ll get irrevocable satisfaction and confidence out of it. The challenge of accepting (and moving ahead regardless of) how that effort doesn’t produce desired results, however, is the final hurdle to true success.
To answer your question: I try often, so I rarely fail. But I rarely succeed at producing desired results (a combination of a lot of factors). So, by some measures, I’m a pro failure plagued with delusion. And maybe I am. But I don’t regret any of it because, I delude myself, by saying “at least I tried.”
Appreciate your article, Andi. Got my mind mulling this morning.
This is sticky, prickly stuff; but I believe our culture’s fetish with failure produced a lot of depression, not the motivation it pretends to engender.