If there is anything that strikes terror into the soul of the sincere it is fear of failure. To be a success
in something marks the measure of our worth. It gives us honor on the street corners of the world. It
gives us stature among our peers. It gives us a sense of invincibility. But one of the central questions of
life may well be how to tell success from failure.
It’s not so simple a task as we are inclined to think, perhaps, at the first toss of the question. Failure,
we know, is unacceptable. We do a great deal to avoid it. We do even more to hide it. But the real
truth is that there is a great deal of failure in all success: Winning pitchers lose a good many baseball
games. Scientists can spend their entire lives mixing the wrong compounds, writing the wrong formulas,
testing the wrong hypotheses.
The problem is that there are two faces of failure, one of them life-giving, the other one deadly. I have
seen them both.
The first face of failure I saw in the life of an internationally recognized writer who, first intent on
being an English professor, studied at Oxford but failed. I gasped at the very thought of it. But she
spoke about the loss of those years and that degree with a laugh and a toss of her head: “Luckiest
thing that ever happened to me,” she said. “Otherwise I’d be in a small college someplace teaching
writing. As it is, I’m doing just what I’m supposed to be doing.” I thought about the remark for days.
Here was a woman who knew the place of failure in our eternal quest to be ourselves.
The second face of failure I saw in a woman with great musical talent who, discouraged by the difficulty
of her early studies, dropped out of music school and never studied another thing in her life. She died
disgruntled, underdeveloped, and trapped within the boundaries of the self.
Clearly, failure may, in the long run, be the only real key to success. The first step to becoming what
we most seek may well be indifference to dashed hope and perpetual disappointment and the
depression that comes with reaching for guinea gold and grasping only dust.
But if that is the case, then we must develop the capacity for failure in a society that glorifies success
but gives short shrift to the forging of it. We must learn to recognize, to value, to prize all the endless
attempts it takes to do what we want to do but which for us is still undoable.
– from Seeing with Our Souls: Monastic Wisdom for Every Day by Joan Chittister (Sheed & Ward)
in something marks the measure of our worth. It gives us honor on the street corners of the world. It
gives us stature among our peers. It gives us a sense of invincibility. But one of the central questions of
life may well be how to tell success from failure.
It’s not so simple a task as we are inclined to think, perhaps, at the first toss of the question. Failure,
we know, is unacceptable. We do a great deal to avoid it. We do even more to hide it. But the real
truth is that there is a great deal of failure in all success: Winning pitchers lose a good many baseball
games. Scientists can spend their entire lives mixing the wrong compounds, writing the wrong formulas,
testing the wrong hypotheses.
The problem is that there are two faces of failure, one of them life-giving, the other one deadly. I have
seen them both.
The first face of failure I saw in the life of an internationally recognized writer who, first intent on
being an English professor, studied at Oxford but failed. I gasped at the very thought of it. But she
spoke about the loss of those years and that degree with a laugh and a toss of her head: “Luckiest
thing that ever happened to me,” she said. “Otherwise I’d be in a small college someplace teaching
writing. As it is, I’m doing just what I’m supposed to be doing.” I thought about the remark for days.
Here was a woman who knew the place of failure in our eternal quest to be ourselves.
The second face of failure I saw in a woman with great musical talent who, discouraged by the difficulty
of her early studies, dropped out of music school and never studied another thing in her life. She died
disgruntled, underdeveloped, and trapped within the boundaries of the self.
Clearly, failure may, in the long run, be the only real key to success. The first step to becoming what
we most seek may well be indifference to dashed hope and perpetual disappointment and the
depression that comes with reaching for guinea gold and grasping only dust.
But if that is the case, then we must develop the capacity for failure in a society that glorifies success
but gives short shrift to the forging of it. We must learn to recognize, to value, to prize all the endless
attempts it takes to do what we want to do but which for us is still undoable.
– from Seeing with Our Souls: Monastic Wisdom for Every Day by Joan Chittister (Sheed & Ward)
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