Failure, a type of distinct experience so bitterly sharp, avoiding it can become an obsession. My life has been riddled with a vast array of failure I would love to erase in some sci-fi time-traveling adventure full of excitement, streaming with intrigue and hopefully lacking in Hollywood plot-holes.
At least… I thought I would.
This morning I looked back and made a short list of my most recent mistakes and failures. The list included such a large handful of defeat, it’s hard to look at. I’ve lost funding, I’ve lost time, and in a way, I’ve lost sanity. I keep thinking it might be best to stop.
At least… I thought I should.
My project, of which I thought paralleled my mentors, filling an education gap while inspiring intrigue in the cosmos seemed so small and insignificant. Pushing for views, building social networks, and garnishing interest has been slow at best. I decided many times to stop.
At least, I hoped I could.
No, this project deserves time and it deserves to exist. It may morph and it may grow with the tides of life, but it won’t cease. Failure is not defeat, my friends. Failure is how we learn the barriers along the way. Failure is how we learn what needs to change within ourselves. Failure is the seed of a desire to learn, to overcome and to find a way.
Why would I turn back now?