We are all destined to fail at some point.
There is, after all, a time for everything including failure. Of course that also includes, specifically, scattering and collecting stones...but you get the idea. Failure is always a part of the equation, and the expectation has to be that everything has potential for equal parts success and disaster. Just like questioning everything, including your own faith. What is faith that is not strongly contested after all? It is nothing at all in the absence of potential failure.
We are all destined to arrive at the end of our road at some point.
Of course the end of the road is a cliche metaphor for death. At first when I mentioned failure, I thought of it as synonymous with death, but I don't believe that to be true at all.
If I get to December 31st of this year, and have not perfected Jazz Hands, does that make me a failure? While there are many days to go, 283 to be exact, I like to believe that the quest will be rewarding, enlightening and most significantly, meaningful in ways perhaps I don't even understand this early in the game.
Pops passed on as what many people would consider a failed attempt at life. They might call him a bum, and that's likely not the worst thing he's been called, probably by a large margin. Perhaps we've got his story completely wrong. Maybe Pops has the jazziest hands of them all.
We can not always control our failures, as we shall all stumble from time to time. We can however, control how we respond to those missteps.
Today's Jazz Hands were seriously flawed, but a slight improvement from yesterday and a vast improvement from where we began our journey on January 1st.
Day eighty-two complete.
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