“You have to be the best in everything you do! The very best!” These are my mother’s words which I heard again and again while growing up. To be the best, the very least one has to do is succeed. Failing is not even an option.
I love my mother. I really do. Amongst the plethora of ideas that she brought me up with was also the need to use one’s own brain. So as I started doing that more and more often, I decided to do away with quite a few things she taught me, or rather expected of me. One of the first of these to go out of the window was Mom’s “be the best” expectation.
For a very long time, I had really taken her words quite seriously and beat myself up over literally everything. I had built up an additional burden of my own sky-high expectations from myself. So much of the pressure I felt came from within than from outside. It continued till the pressure got so much that my performance started going down instead of up. When it started affecting the things I loved doing, that is when I decided to stop. Enough was enough.
Now this is what I think and practise. As long as one is trying their best, it is okay. The result doesn’t mean more than the effort. It is okay to come out as the best. It is okay to just succeed. And it is okay to fail.
If it is something one really wants, one will not give up. Every failure will teach another wrong way not to go again. As long as one keeps trying, everything is okay — even failing.