The Courage to Fail
Disclaimer: Since I’m new to blogging, I wanted to let my audience know that I do not use AI to write. I am learning and improving my skills through writing these blog posts. Thanks for reading.
Like I mentioned in my disclaimer, I am an amateur writer. I spend a good amount of time hitting the “delete” button on my 10 year old Macbook and re-writing my run-on sentences. As I was typing this paragraph out, I barely made it to this exact sentence when I started revising the disclaimer section.
Anyways.
As of January 6, 2026 I have come to accept and recognize that I am still afraid to fail. I came to this realization after I watched Mark Manson’s video about finding purpose, failure, and the future of AI. I started this blog because I wanted to push myself to share my thoughts and ideas with the public. My goal was to post about once a week, but it quickly turned to barely posting once a month simply because I was afraid to write.
I only wrote if I feel like it will be good enough to publish with the pressure to post at least 1 time per month because I’m paying for my website. At the beginning of my blogging journey, I had so many essays that came to mind and now I can barely remember what the 10 other things I wanted yap about were.
Watching that YouTube video was my wake up call. I needed to try things and accept that I will fail and that things would be okay because I have such little time I have on Earth. If there was some way to view the total amount of hours I spent scrolling on social media in the past 14 or so years that I’ve owned a smartphone, I would probably be weighed down by regret. I say this because I always had the desire to create things, but it was easier for me to reach for my phone and numb myself with seemingly infinite content coming from my small blue screen.
Distractions kept me feeling safe. It was safety from feeling like a fool, looking like a fool, and sounding like a fool.
Now I’m embracing the fact that I may feel like a fool, look like a fool, and sound a like fool. But somehow, this perspective is freeing. It feels like a weight that I didn’t know was there in the first place lifted off me once I recognized that failure is normal. I have the courage to fail and I have to courage to keep going despite that. I don’t think I could look back and say I’ve lived life the way I wanted to without all the failures in between.
