Failure. The world thrives on it. Constantly driven towards it like a world class musician attempting to mask a single wrong note. It's not the fact they kept going is the moment they are remembered for. It's the moment they fucked up. From pratfalls to pranks gone wrong the reason we watch isn't for the humour of that memory. It's the vapid delight in knowing that wasn't you.

To err on the side of caution means there needs to be caution to actively pursue. Why should there be when there is no exact thought to anything yet it is still searched for endlessly? Failure makes slaves out of us. There is nothing more exact than the continuous whip of progress. There is nothing more greedy than expectations. There is nothing more groundbreaking than none.

Failure isn't how we grow, it's how certainty shrinks and anxiety skyrockets yet the mundane of prodigy is praised until even basic tasks are dwarfed into impossibility. Yet they keep wondering why. Why are we afraid of ourselves? Why do we refuse to try, to regroup, to ask to redo or even attempt it at all. We feed on failure. Until it's insatiable. Until we make more.