When we experience failure in life, there are few of us wise enough to pick up the good lessons from it, while the majority rest their attention on negative side effects of the failure, thinking what happened was the result of some bad lucks or something non-constructive that didn’t work out well.
There are also those blaming the failures out of no reason, for they think it transpired unreasonably.
So, conclusively there is no accounting for taste when it comes to defining or gauging failure, for every failed ones tend to lend their own experiential insight to churn out some meanings cosily conducive to their discretion. By doing so, some attain wise lessons from the failures, while some negatively gauge on the nemesis.
Does that mean there is something wrong with the failure? Does it happening in our life has anything to do with teaching us something worthwhile, or pestering us for no reason?
The problem is not with the failure, but it is when the failed one caves in and gives up on trying further, or mulling over some alternate courses that would possibly create success. Yes, failure teaches us good things in a harsh way, but most of us are so obsessively focused on the bad aspects of the failures, that we almost dont notice the unseen opportunities that the failure bears.
One may say optimistic persons carry the rationale to appreciate the caustic results of the failures, but it doesnt mean to say that everyone of us lacks that level of sagaciousness.
Of course we do have the rationale, but what is the use of having such thing when we barely exercise it at the right time?
Most importantly, what drives us not to appreciate failures?
The problem is also not recognising the opportunities, the problem is our aimless vision, the one crucial factor that singlehandedly ruins our future, for a purposeless life affords no constructive meaning in life, which is why when most of us fail, we fail to pick up the wise lessons the failure tries to give us. It’s like giving up on an almost dead bonfire thinking the fire no longer exists, but inside the rubble and piles of ashes, there is still tiny amber smouldering…good enough to lit up another bonfire!
That’s the problem, failure is not appreciated as we dont dig deeper to its underneath meaning, and it is mostly the result of our aimless vision in life. So long we live purposelessly, failure or success barely matters. As a matter of fact, when we get success, the world will call it stroke of fortunate accident, and when we get failure, the world will call it a poetic justice.
There is no success or failure for a life led by an aimless vision.