It’s Not a Death Race: What My Three Month Old Taught Me About Success

by | Dec 28, 2016

Like many new fathers, I’m shocked by the speed at which my baby boy has grown. Everyday I can see he’s a bit closer to stealing my car and streakin the Quad.
Watching him change takes me back to my childhood. I grew up during the 70’s, which meant a ton of TV. Every day it was solid old black and white movies, Disney cartoons, Lucy and Andy Griffith. Wholesome family entertainment.
One of my favorite shows was National Geographic. No, not for the topless natives, at least not at first. No, it was for the new discoveries. There’d always be this researcher guy named Fred Ditschel or something like that, talking about some recent discovery made. I remember he had a great brown mustache, thick brit accent, and a hat so big I swear you coulda hid the Death Star in it.
Anyway every Saturday old Fred would tell us about something he’d found. One week it was this undiscovered tribe of pygmy cannibals, the clutches of which he somehow narrowly escaped, barely returning with the curari tipped arrows and startling revelations to prove it. Turns out this tribe didn’t have a word for hate.
After watching my baby attempt to put his fingers in mouth, over 200 times a day, I realized my boy is missing something too. He has no concept of failure.
Never mind words, while most of the time to me it just looks like he’s working on a mean left hook, every time he only has one consideration, i.e., did it work?
Did my fingers end up in my mouth? Nine out of ten, the answer is not even close. Heck, last week he cold clocked a cat!
No matter what though, he never stops to contemplate his fate, intelligence, or talent. Patient as a saint he continues his constant, daily progression towards the next milestone.
This is the power which comes from seeing results not as bitter ends, but as pieces, and one thing I know for sure is learning anything without patience is like weed-wacking with a noodle. Just not gonna happen!
However, when I free myself from the trappings of failure, and live right now, there is no impatience, no need to be anywhere other than right here. I’m open and flowing, and always so much more capable and creative.
In the immortal words of Douglass Adams,
” You live and learn. At any rate, you live.”
That pretty much sums it up. You do live and learn but not much without patience.
So today I ask what is failure for you?
Is it time to eradicate this concept from your vocabulary??
Is it time to see each moment in life as it’s own achievement? Not in a blissful ignorance kind of way, after all if your foot is on fire, you need to put it out right?
No, I’m talking about seeing life as a tapestry you are weaving, understanding each effort you make each breath you take as but a thread in the picture; failure then being redefined as a knot to be studied, reworked; even passed over, thus loosening the regret, shame, and sadness upon your heart.
That would feel awesome.
If this has helped you, leave a comment or let me know .