Humans are confronted with failure on a dailysporadically updated basis. Missing appointments, losing contests, and messing up.
Thinking about this, what should our reaction to these mishaps be?
We could accept them and move on. Realizing them, but then forgetting them in order to focus on the future.
Or you could analyze them, work it all out and find out reasons for your failure, in order to avoid these occasions in the future.
Looking for excuses is another possibility, justifying your failure to be able to live with your shortcomings.
You lost, is it worth looking for the reasons? On the one hand, dwelling on your mistakes will either let you crash into a pit of despair (bet you didn't know where that term came from) or, on the other hand, let you learn from your mistakes. (yeah right, as if that's going to happen...) "Learning" from them might very well save you from such situations in the future. Avoiding failure, seems normal - Natural. Natural? Humans fail, it's in their nature. We have the urge to compete, to overcome obstacles and to try, not to succeed but to try. By competing, overcoming obstacles and trying, we face the possibility of failure. By learning from mistakes to circumvent these failures, aren't we going against the very fiber of our beings? (which is oh so very mysteriously woven, am I right?) Everything about you, the little habits, the subtle composure, the GINORMOUS FAILURESBAYBAY, are what define us as a person.
So on the third hand, accepting the failures, not looking for excuses and continuing your fallible existence makes you endure as the person that you are.
And also fail.
At life. Continuously.
In the spirit of this revelation, I'll hand on to you something that will let you lose even at luck:
I used to roll the dice
feel the fear in my enemies eyes
has absolutely nothing to do with this
Now, I could come to a pointless conclusion like "In the end, everyone has to decide for himself" lopping off the last tumorous fleck of sense form this barren landscape, void of rational thought.
