The Aftertaste of Failure

It is perfectly alright to fail. And it is perfectly alright to fail again. And again. The only impedance to moving ahead is blocking yourselves from accepting failures. Failures need not always be stepping stones to success. They can sometimes teach mightier lessons. They can teach us giving up. Quitting at the right moment is a sign of wisdom. It saves time, energy and even money. This pessimistic approach requires to be adopted at times when there is a high risk of escalating our commitment to irrationality. I hope the readers take the right sense from the preceding sentence. I do not want to sound discouraging. One can go through with ones plan if there are attainable missing links that can pull success within striking distance.

Unqualified thoughts and misdirected efforts are simply not worth us. Mental peace and physical strength may be compromised in an effort to make up for the lost ground. And after all, discovering new lands is far more satisfying and adventurous than dividing and ruling. Society feeds us ample fodder to sustain major blows even though they may leave dents sometime. Cashing in on new opportunities and letting a few of them overtake is the best way to drive safely.

There is a solid line between beginning to fail and ending up a failure. Most of us are blind to see it. Failure is like cancer. You got to remove it before it spreads and destroys the whole system. We may argue that some cancers are benign and hence do not need to be removed. Yes, and likewise we have to live with a few of our mistakes. But the day they start firming their grip on our mind, amputation is the only choice left. Trying to cope with it only inflates our balloon of pseudo-confidence. And once it bursts, repent-able consequences follow.

Wars within us have to be relaxed as we will ultimately end up on the losing side. Minor skirmishes in our body lead to a lag between our thoughts and action. Once Integrated, its difficult for others to match our graceful synchronous performance. Failures generally lead to disappointment when we match our dreams to facts. Its human to dream, its human to fall. But we have to be smart enough to stand up and redirect ourselves to a different path if we fall again. Our dream always awaits our arrival.

The sour past will turn sweet once our dreams are realized. The sweat that we burnt and the tears that we lost along the path to success will find their worth. The aftertaste of failure though bitter will make success taste sweeter once attained.