if i kick up into handstand a thousand times, a few of those times i'll be able to hold it.
if i write a thousand blog posts (which i can't even imagine at the moment, since i'm running out of things already), a few of those posts will actually mean something.
but the increments every time, every drip, are so infinitesimally small they're actually invisible. and i won't ever know when the nice picture/handstand/post will come. but over a thousand times, they will come, since, well, statistically, they have to. and i'm not even talking about the outliers, i'm just referring those singular personal wtf moments we strive for. all but the most enlightened have a complete disregard for winning, so let's stay at the mortal level at the moment.
no fail, no win.
of course, the moral of the story isn't to mindlessly fail, as sheer effort without thought makes our progress really, really slow. however, sheer thought without effort goes absolutely nowhere.
the moral is remembering to fail. and, that's the nice thing about many things now. i can fail, fail often, even fail anonymously if i so prefer. the tools are generally damn easy to find now. the only hard thing is finding the fortitude to fail, and the determination to live through a thousand of them.
