How funny to hear the words “but what if you fail?” from a friend.
I have perhaps 80 years in total on this planet, how on earth could I ever fail? Sure, I could have projects that weren’t as successful as I would have liked. Or projects that were complete flops. But what will that matter in the long run? By long run, I mean the super long run. You know, when I’m dead.
It’s so odd that death is something we avoid discussing, when it’s such an important part of living.
One of my favourite quotes is from Steven Jobs, who said “Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”
It’s never going to matter if I fail, according to society’s definition of the word. In 100 years time, perhaps my name will be mentioned once or twice by a great grandchild, if I’m lucky. I doubt they’ll say “Oh, Nanny Mills, you know – she was the one who tried things and failed”.
Apart from that, I’m dust. So what matters? Nothing, except whatever I’m doing right now; regardless of outcome.
There’s a lot to be said for living selfishly. Yes, selfishly. As in “It’s my life. What the heck makes me enjoy it? That’s what I need more of. That’s what I’m going to fill it with”.
Can you imagine going your whole life avoiding the things that you love, for fear of “failing” in front of a small handful of the 7.4 billion people who happen to cohabitate the planet at the same time as you? They’ll be dead, too. Seriously, who gives a crap.
Forget failure and be selfish. Fearlessly selfish.