There was this guy I once almost fell for who used the word failure all the time, but if you looked at him, you wouldn’t see any failure whatsoever. His life had been a rapid succession of personal, professional and sports achievements, and still, if something didn’t exactly perform the way he had expected, he would call it a failure.
I’m sure that after I disappeared from his radar without a word, he must have thought that what didn’t happen between us had been a failure as well.
You know, a waste of time.
I frequently get criticism for my blank Facebook profile, for not getting a smartphone, for not taking selfies (no kidding: the social media strategy my friend Benedetto recommended for this website basically consisted of showing my boobs on Facebook groups); hence, I would never offer you any advice on how to become a web star or whatever.
Mistakes are my thing.
It’s funny, in a way. For years, people around me wouldn’t have spotted a single mistake in my life (come on, 5’10” tall, a published book author at 23 and no criminal records), and at the same time, everyone agreed that there was something wrong with me. In other words, I was the mistake. I spent my life apologising for the state of my hair, for not wanting a regular job, for listening to Take That. Everyone agreed that I had a big potential but there was always something to fix.
Then, one day I decided to break free from this shit and I stopped trying to forget my wrongs.
Straight from my personal collection of mistakes:
– Having thought, each time, that something was going to last forever. Especially tanning.
– Not having trusted my guts about that fatty girl who pretended to be a friend.
– Not having told my former-former-former mother-in-law that I loved her. More than his son ever loved me.
– Having thought that one of my two brothers is an only child. Still thinking it hard.
– That purple dress.
– Having let my friend Antonella persuade me that dating a lifeguard was going to be fun and not pathetic.
– Having said fuck you when I didn’t mean it and not having said it when I did. So. Many. Times.
– Having said I love you. First. Each time.
Love your mistakes. All of them. Always.
Because only those who never risk anything don’t make mistakes. Those who never risk anything are all about failures like the guy above, but not mistakes.
Because it takes bravery to make a mistake.
It means you have tried for something.