Paradox of Failure:
Failure is not the opposite of success, but rather a vital part of achieving it. It is a learning opportunity that helps us improve and grow.
The more you try the more you fail.
The more you try the more you succeed.
Both statements seem contradictory, but both are simultaneously true.
There’s a quote that I always come back to when discussing the paradox of failure.
“The master has failed more times than the beginner has even tried“
— Stephen McCranie
This shows that failure is a necessary part of mastery.
Experts might seem like they make no mistakes, but they will almost certainly have failed more times on the road to mastery than a beginner has even tried.
You might have seen this already, but here’s a great example of this in practice.
Johannes Haushofer, a professor at Princeton University, famously shared his ‘CV of failures’ — a document listing all the degree programs he did not get into and all the academic positions he did not get.
Ironically, this was probably his greatest success.
Moral of the story; don’t be afraid to fail.
Instead, lean into it.
The more you fail, the more you’ll progress.
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I've had so many grant applications for my comics turned down. So many rejections from magazine editors. So many publishers who never even answered my emails. The trick is not to dwell on it and just keep going.
Convincing, yet no one is rushing to go first. Trusting failure’s wobbly nature is tricky and requires layered finesse. Not every shade heals pretty in a ruthless land built on cutthroat competition. Eaten alive Jenga, anyone?
I’ll share an intensely consequential example. During high school I went to a house party to spend time with my crush. Lingered with mutual friends before joining her on a grassy hill. Immediately settling into a pile of dog shit (presumably), I became from that moment, in her eyes, Poopy Hand.
Ahh, the safe distance of time.