Get Your Failure Pants On

Believing a grand thing can't be done amounts to worse than failure to do it. It's failure to venture at it. To venture a try. It's believing in failure before giving failure a chance to get its pants on.

Such failure to try is failing at its worst. Buck naked failure. Failure shooting the world a moon, somehow showing its ass and sitting on it the same time.

To sweat and huff and pant and hell-raise and pray and believe and fall and get up after falling and needing a truss from the heavy lifting of trying IS a success. It's the species of success that tatters and bruises and beats and kicks you so far down, haters and the commonly craven spit their vulgar cowardice into the dust of your trying.

Their vulgarity is kicking you with one foot while failing to take a daring step with the other.

Do not fear the dust of your failure. Don't sneeze at it. The dirt of it forms the tablet of your life. Into this dust is written your story, your narrative, told in hard muscle, told way before a chisel hits your epitaph.

We fail one stroke of trying a time. And only by such failure do we ever succeed.

In dust and glory and cinders too hot for those who won't dare to try, I salute your trying. Keep at it, until the dew of succeeding falls upon you. Dare to fail, then get up. Scorch and wear out, but get up again.

For countless great success stories, failure is the sun-burnt prelude to anything worth a damn. It's reality with grit bitten into it mouth corners. Failure is the cracked and scarred tableau of who you are.

It is success with its work clothes on. And they look mighty fetching on you!