Snob

I don’t like snobs. Anything even slightly snobbish or posh makes me cringe. But as much as I dislike snobbism, I realize I may be coming across as a kind of snob myself, and that’s for more than one reason. Rather than boring you with stories of me being picky about coffee or manifesting some Muse-Snob characteristics in my fan-like behaviours, let me tell you about my language preferences. 

I’m scared. And so what?

Nobody likes to admit they’re scared or afraid – I definitely don’t. It shows weakness, something everyone prefers to hide deep within. Strength, independence, fearlessness, bravery, success, that’s what’s selling best, that’s what everyone wants to talk about, that’s what you’re taught to appreciate. Fear and failure are to be avoided. Sometimes at all costs. Silenced, forgotten, ignored.

But they shouldn’t be. And that’s exactly why I’m writing here, now.

Because, over the past few years, I have learnt to appreciate both fear and failure.

Yeah, it’s still shit, it’s still awfully hard to deal with, I still don’t like it (who does?), but I do appreciate it. As Yoda says: the greatest teacher, failure is. And he’s right. As ever.