He failed. In the failing, however, he succeeded. Every time. Well, every time he chose to learn, that is!
Every time he didn’t learn, he didn’t succeed. God was that patiently loving that he gave him more opportunities to succeed, as if the success itself was the learning, for it was.
So, whenever he failed, he tried to remember that in his failing there was a choice. Choosing to try again, in and of itself, was success, and perhaps success of the most important kind. Not that choosing to learn is usually a comfortable experience. But he chose to learn to embrace his failures. At last, he smiled.
He discovered something hidden about life. Rarely do people see this. Perhaps it’s only the heroes who do. Failures define them, but not in the way you’d think.
In the mixed-up world of success, we only see or notice or care for the end result. We hardly pay attention to ugliness of the process. But the ugliness of the process makes every success all the sweeter. There would be no success if it weren’t for failure.
True success doesn’t come unless it is shrouded in many failures. True success is always a journey.