The Nice Thing About Strangers
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After all, there is nothing but failure. If at least we have the will to fail we make progress. If we give up each time before we have started we eventually find ourselves in desperation, and finally and ultimately we no longer get out of that desperation and are lost.
We must at least have the will to fail unless the wish to perish at a very early stage, which of course cannot be the intention behind our existence.
–Thomas Bernhard. Yes.
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
Totally agree. If you’re afraid of knock-backs no sense even trying…
Exactly! Trying means failing in some ways, but actualizing other things that we may not even know at the time. I like to take a negative Austrian novelist like Bernhard and cheer him up. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
And if you don’t even try the first time, how will you ever get the motivation to try another time? It becomes a vicious and self-defeating cycle…
On my blog I frequently mention the fact; in order to fail you must try first making one a victor anyway. Challenges are there to set forth the growth pattern to develop oneself however that may be.
You can’t be afraid to fail. Of course, I am, but this is what I tell my son. Never be afraid to try. Trying IS success. Thoughtful read, thank you!
Very inspirational!
The amount of times I’ve failed one would think why I even bother to try. But we gotta pick ourselves up and try till we get what we want.
I find that one success tends to make up for any number of failures. Of course, achieving success is predicated upon suffering failure, so fail away! Right?
Here here! 🙂
The thought of failing seems to get stronger with age I find. With work for example, the fear of failure because your brain is not what it used to be, your memory is failing, you can’t retain in those little brain cells what you were able to in your youth. However we forge on trying and continue to try to tell ourselves that we may fail, but we have to pick ourselves up and start again.
Good post.
This struck me when I was young too. In junior high school, in high school, the fear of a displayed failure? Yikes. Still, as I move along, the times I considered to be failures were usually necessary in finding out what I’m truly made of, who I really am. It’s how we “become,” don’t you think? 🙂 Thanks for reading the post!