As a society, we tend to look down on those who fail. We look at failure as a big ugly mar on an otherwise flawless surface. Failure is seen as weakness, inexperience, and even laziness in some respects.
I’ll admit that I tend to look at failure negatively. I don’t like failing – at anything. Being a perfectionist, I give failure much more power than it ought to have, and I tend to be brought down quite easily every time I fail at anything in general.
But what would happen if we looked at failure as a good thing? As a benefit, of all things?
When I fail, I make a mistake. When I fail, I misstep, I miscalculate, I misestimate.
But when I fail, I find out what doesn’t work. I find out what number in my formula is wrong, I find out what strategy of mine doesn’t work the way I thought it would. Failure breeds information, and that information brings me closer to solutions, not farther away.
Each time I fail, I need to look at it as just another step. Another step toward my goal. Another step toward the answers I seek.
The only failure, then, is not trying.
Maybe our failures should be celebrated, then, as they contribute to our victories, great and small.
Wouldn’t that be something? Celebrating failure?