Stay curious

It’s been a whirlwind. All these ideas in my head, all these desires and none of the skill to execute.

I’ve always tried to stay curious. Learn. If someone else can do it, what is preventing me from doing the same, or better? Copy. Deconstruct. Question.

What I’ve achieved over the past couple of months is – by my own standards – outstanding. I was fearful, in the company of that gnawing, terrible feeling that asks: what if you try and fail? What about all the time you’ve put into this? All wasted, and for nothing. You’ve achieved nothing.

Well, mate! You’re wrong, again. You’re a herald of doubt and that’s about all you have going for you. Call that an achievement, do you?

That’s a fun way to deal with that guy whenever he shows up. He sows the seeds, sits back and watches you fail, even if the failure is only the failure to take that first step.

Just begin.

It literally happens with the first step.

The sense of achievement is unparalleled. Whatever I achieve. It is that mountain climbed, that ocean swam, that learning to walk by simply placing one foot in front of the other. Often, no one is waiting at the finish line to cheer and say “well done”. But, is that the aim? No. It’s not a race, it is the baby steps, The Hare & the Tortoise. Everyone gets to the finish line eventually if they actually start the race. No one congratulated the tortoise for winning, did they? But he won. Against the odds, he won.

Failure is never final unless it is the final time you try.

I read that somewhere, a long time ago. I don’t know who coined that phrase. But it makes a whole lot of sense.