My thoughts on Ideadibia’s “Failure” inspired this post.
Yes, Failure hurts, it sucks, it flogs one’s self-esteem, it brings up irrational feelings of shame.
It makes you wonder at those who forever glide through life under the constantly poofy cloud of Success. Those lucky people seemingly unscathed by Failure, perpetually basking in a lifetime of good fortune. They even appear to be quite amused with a World which they are convinced will never scratch them.
The laughable rhetorical questions that dance in your head, “Does God have favourites?” 😀
Rather remarkably, Failure makes you more appreciative of Success. The gratitude from finally succeeding is so overwhelming, I have cried with joy, moved by the power of my own emotions. The gush of release, an enormous wave of relief.
You become overprotective of Success when it’s finally achieved, you want to stay drunk on that feeling of euphoria. Most significantly, Failure forces one to test self-imposed boundaries and “Just do it”. You step out of your comfort zone and take chances.
I’ll admit that I’m sometimes torn between the Shield of Aloofness (“You cannot really fail if you never expected to get something“- Chuma) and the Power of Faith. Perhaps one must learn the fine art of balancing both mantras.
Personally, I have learned that Fear sometimes precedes Failure. As a child, I was rather frightened of Math, as the grasp of algebra eluded me. I just couldn’t figure it out.
So, I failed Math, and it set me back a year after secondary school. I was ashamed of my failure, I’d excelled in every other subject but my numerical albatross.
I hated my shame, and when I decided that I was tired of being ashamed, I digested every Math textbook that I could lay my hands on. This time around, it was surprisingly easy to understand, equations and formulas flowed into my head, like bees to honey.
I retook the exam and my grade in Math was BRILLIANT, I “over-passed”. I cried and laughed from relief. It established my strong belief in both the turnaround power and rewards of Determination.
My mastery of numbers fuelled my success at University, I found that I could reason more logically, and I was fiercely protective of my sweet success. Even till this day, I play with numbers in my head, just because! I trust the consistency of numbers, “they” do not lie.
It is quite needless to be over-analytical about ‘2 x 2’, it will always be equal to 4. The fact that the sum of the individual digits of ALL the multiples of nine will ALWAYS be equal to either nine or another multiple of nine, whose individual digits also sum up to nine (which really amuses and fascinates me), cannot be contested 😀 .
Well, I love my seam ripper, it gives me the power to undo my sewing failures, it lets me know I can try again and give it my best shot the next time. It also lets me know that failure isn’t always final, that the winds of fortune can change. I simply use it to unravel the seams and restitch.
Jason Njoku put it very aptly: “Failing all the way to success”, when telling his success story.
Failure isn’t always permanent 🙂
PS: I saw “Single in Gidi“, the stage play, at Terra Kulture this afternoon, it was a brilliant success!!!