Fear of failure is not unique to where I grew up. It is not unique to me, or you or your best friend or your boyfriend or your kid or the dude in front of you at the grocery store. That shit is universal.
It forces us to face-off with ourselves. It humbles us. It forces us to realize that we no longer find it possible to order our thoughts, because we have every single thought spinning around everywhere. At some point our systems collapse and we have to sit and make a choice to take failure as a lesson and build on it — use it as a stepping stone for the next thing.
We shouldn’t force ourselves to forget failure, but we should also never dwell on it. Nor should it capture any of our energy or time or space. We must accept that it’s just a part of the process, keep it in our souls and hearts and let it push us even harder.
The only walls that exist are those in our minds, and only because we have forgotten how much we’ve already achieved.
“All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
How we feel is not who we are. We may feel like a failure at times, but as long as we are making progress, that is not who we are. Every single one of us fails. We are humans, and we are works in progress.
This is not a contest you are obligated to win. You are encouraged to simply keep your head held high. To keep doing the best you can every day. Dig deep, Rise up. Fail again. The only thing that matters is your courage to continue, your acceptance of yourself, and your commitment to being the author of your own story.