One of the best decisions I have made in the past few weeks was to attend the Fuckup Night Brisbane. Hearing the speakers honestly talk about their fuckups on the Fuckup Night was a refreshing experience of a new and much needed kind. Why do we obsess so much over success? Though it is failure through which we often learn hard and amazing lessons, which cannot be taught at university, and reading a book on failures cannot prepare you for one.
Failure is a superpower but people don’t realise it. When we fail, we tend to slow things down a bit, stop and notice things, and hopefully even become mindful. We are reminded that we are human and to err is ok.
If I was to redesign the way modern corporate and academic world works, I would tag people who have failed at something as mentors for others. I mean no disrespect to people who only present their successful stories. I just find them and sometimes their work to be a little less interesting. Listening to the fuckups of one of the incredibly authentic female speakers was an invaluable lesson in how some of the smartest people make flawed decisions, on repeat sometimes, even knowingly so.
I have succeeded and failed gloriously, but it was failure that humbled me and taught me life’s most valuable lessons. I am a better human today and I thank my fuckups for that. Life throws ample opportunities for all of us to fuck up, acknowledge our fuckups, learn to do better, be better and help others find their magic again the way we did. It is a duty that we must acknowledge.