There is a wonderful thing which arrives in the wake of failure, or loss, of madness, or fear. Should you remain here still, there is this hunger. And the hunger is the drive.
Some of you may sympathize with this in your bleaker moments: “I don’t care, I don’t care about this, I don’t care about me, I don’t care about anything. I just want to die.” This phrase comes in myriad ways, but the message is the same: “I have lost my hunger. I desire not pangs nor drives, but nothingness.” So be happy at failure I say.
Who would want to live in a world where every whim is satisfied, where nothing was denied? Do you think those rock and movie stars or famous women and men of money are immune to this tragedy? Do they not seem afflicted, too. If anything knowing the balm of fame and wealth to be empty and often times having sacrificed the very things which would have had the potential to make them fulfilled or at least feel full and not the fool.
So fail on, and look outward at the failings of the world and yourself with a happier eye, because in each there is opportunity.
In chaos their is life anew.