The cost of failure

I can't seem to wrap my mind around failure. It's seems strange to me that someone would just give in and quit. I'm stubborn as hell about things that are my passion and failure isn't a part of my vernacular. Beaten, bloody and bruised. Down for the count! Chants from the crowd to throw in the towel and save whats left of yourself! After all, self preservation and awareness is what has kept humans around for as long as we have been. That and the Grace of God. Yet, there are those of us that keep going. Refusing to embrace the mindset of failure.

We cut and run when friends need us the most. Hide when frightened by life. Change teams mid season because no one want to loose. Anything at all to keep up the appearance of success. That is failure.

Quitting is easy, making something work is hard and rewarding after the battle. Is it scary? You bet! No one likes to fight, we always choose the path of least resistance because that's just what we do. Changing that is hard work too. If you have always done something one way, it feels strange to make adjustments; feels uncomfortable too. We don't want to make the wrong person angry. I mean couldn't that ruin our lives? Actually, no. If what you are doing is right morally and honest on the inside, what can someone else do? Seriously; what can someone do to you that could ruin you as a person? Lie about you? Happens all the time. Beat you up? Even if I get my ass kicked, I will still let them know they have been in a fight!

So, why the rush to fail? Do we close our businesses because there is more competition or fewer customers? Or do we adapt to the market? Do we abandon our friends because you might get dirty and have to do some heavy lifting? Or suck it up and stand with them? I can only answer that for myself. I refuse to fail.

It may eventually kill me, but I will go out kicking and screaming! I will do whatever it takes to keep going. I will stand with my friends and do what I need to do to keep them standing, as long as they continue to fight.

I once heard that life is a series of storms, It's seems to be the case. You are either going into one, in the middle of one or coming out of one. Take time to enjoy the down time between them.

Savor the sweetness of victory. It is intoxicating!