Failure - Blog Posts
Reminds me of one of my favorite poems by Jack Gilbert called 'Failing and flying'.
"Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph."
I think everyone should remember that : anything worth doing is worth doing badly
I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.
Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.
The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.
I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.
Mate, I am not writing or creating or arting any shit. Mate, I am screaming, like some have screamed while smiling, and others have screamed in circles of friends who never heard them.
She was covered in flowers, blooms of every scent and hue. Yet, she was so alone— the kind of loneliness that could kill. Imagine tombstones, not of the forgotten, but of the murdered, adorned with flowers of all sorts. People had spoiled her with flowers.
nothing makes failure hurt more when it is genuinely all your fault.
could've sorted it. did i? no. am i allowed to whine about it? also no.
because i didn't do jack shit to stop it.
Here's what happened. When a rocket is launched, all the ignited fuel needs to go somewhere. It is usually diverted in tunnels. Elon decided it shall go nowhere. He exploded the rocket and it's launchpad so badly that it left a crater. This occurred on 20th April 2023.
The rocket exploding was normal. It happens to NASA too.
The crater in the launchpad was not normal and a completely preventable failure.
Make fun of him. He didn't make any arrangements for all the ignited fuels energy to go somewhere. But make fun of him the right way. Or else no one will join in on it.
Also please discuss the plight of all the exemplary people who had to follow this doddering fool's command. He funds everything so they have no choice. Let us remember the hard work they put into every other aspect.
“It’s not that big of a deal”
Can we like …STOP rushing to be the first to kiss that man’s ass ? Please ? It’s ok to laugh at his failures , I assure you
His rocket exploded like the piece of crap it was.
I'm remembering shit I dont want to, and I'm feeling shit I dont want to.
What the fuck are you supposed to do when everyones moving on without you? When everyone in your life doesnt want you?
I feel like im being shaped and molded into what you want. You're chipping away pieces of me, and im letting you.
- it would feel nice to belong somewhere
I really tried to make this work, and I hope you know that...
