Tuesday, 1 January

The New Year is an opportunity to make resolutions for change or to do better at whatever it was you failed at last year. I could not help but think that if I did not ever fail, then my goals are not nearly ambitious enough. Comfort is a good state in which to find rest, renewal and refuge for a while. But I think, it is a dreary and dismal place to take up permanent residence. If I were constantly satisfied - wouldn't that be boring? The reason life can be so rich is precisely because it can be so darn difficult at times. I cannot possibly appreciate or fully benefit from the good things if I have no experience with the bad things. Doesn't that make sense? When my efforts are met with failure, I know I am on to something and at the very least trying. Because on the other side of that failure is real and substantial accomplishment. We've really got to be able to seek not to create failure, nor to avoid failure either. But we've got to seek instead to allow failure, when it comes, to keep us moving on the path to greater success. Failure confirms that I am reaching higher. And higher is always the best direction to reach. At least that's how I think this morning.