The art of failing isn't hard to master;
when everything seems not to fall into place,
one carries on like there's no disaster.
Fail at something today. Accept the bitter regret
of a broken screen, the hour badly spent scrutinizing carelessness.
The art of failing isn't hard to master.
Then practice failing greater, failing faster: classes, projects, relationships.
None of these will bring disaster. I lost my job and business was closed; hey, a door opened, business re-opening is on its way—a chance to start over.
The art of failing isn't hard to master. I failed the entire town. I failed even greater, my countrymen, and the whole universe.
I felt sorry for them but it wasn't a disaster.
—Even failing you, I've said what I said and I did what I had to do. Indeed, the art of failing is not too hard to master though it may look like—I'm a disaster.
I got inspired by Elizabeth Bishop's poem and thought of making my version of her One Art.
The art of failing is about acceptance of one's failures that being human is okay —imperfect in so many ways and committing mistakes here and there nevertheless we are ought to be taught.
The past few weeks I've been really hard on myself that by then I realized the importance of forgiving thy self. Quit blaming yourself for your misfortunes like what the French would say," C'est la vie." Let it pass and carry on.
