The Times I Failed Were The Times I Learned


Was there ever a person who never failed?

There’s too much of a premium put on learning with immediate success as the end result.

The type where it’s expected of you to not fail at all at something you’re also probably just tackling for the first time; and truth be told, expectations not just from other people, but mostly especially yourself, can be daunting.

While it’s desirable to be perennially successful in all your attempts at a certain endeavor, it’s equally important to view failure as an opportunity to learn.

And it doesn’t always have to stop at one mistake, because sometimes it will take repeated failures for you to realize that you need to do something differently to be able to make a change and finally see results.

I used to be very stubborn at insisting I do things right the first time: while it brought me intense satisfaction when things went right, it also brought me complete and utter devastation when it didn’t.

I honestly would buckle down for days at a time, crying and moping how numerous days spent practicing and rehearsing things in my head for the parts in a play I wanted, or sports I wanted to excel in, would not result in me getting the part I want, the score I felt I deserved, or the job I was gunning for.

It was an uphill battle trying to unlearn such a toxic attitude, because admittedly, sometimes when I kicked up a fuss about not being given what I felt I wanted, people had to begrudgingly accommodate me, and I did this all without regard for the person who I am now sure deserved what they were aiming for just as much as I did.

I would wonder why I was being talked about behind my back at school, then at the workplace, until the moment of clarity came when it was spat in my face how inconsiderate of other people I was being.

Wanting to never fail is a noble ambition, but when your obsession for perfection causes you to undermine or outright ignore the efforts of others, then that is where problems arise.

It hit me then how in my quest to never make a mistake, I never really took responsibility for myself and always managed to find ways to pin slip-ups on others, just because I did not want to fail.

I am still in the process of accepting failures when it happens even if I tried to the best I could, and learning to pick myself up without all the dramatics.

I am learning that failure is never the end, but instead it could be a beginning to other better things.


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