Failing, to Succeed
(hint, it’s all in the comma)
It seems that everything at the moment must be world beating, world leading, larger than life, exagerated and bigly.
There is a very public (that’s private to all non Britishers) school sentiment and one that I am very well versed in.
At school, we were tested reguarly (certainly every year), and much pride was associated with busting through the 90% mark, much soul searching when Amit did better than me at English (I mean, really, Amit?!), and that’s before I even took the results home to my parents…
I mean the objective at my school was to be the best, win the house or the school tie, beat the other school in [pick a sport of your choosing], get accepted to the best universities, get hired by the best law firm / bank / auditor, have the house, the car, the wife and the 2.4…
Just. So. Much. Winning.
But what about that kid that didn’t get the numbers, didn’t score the goal, didn’t meet the cut? I’d love to say that they found their niche or figured out how to make the system work for them. I’d love to. But I can’t. Because the reality is I don’t even remember those kids.
What I do remember is this, I was someone that was wholly ill prepared for failure.
