I heard a speaker recite these words from Samuel Becket in a talk last year. I had read the words before, but sitting next to my son, the recitation touched my heart deeply.
Many of us live in cultures of success.
We preach the gospel of success:
Success in life.
Success at work.
Success in our personal relationships.
Success in getting fit.
Success in investment.
Real life doesn’t always work like that.
It doesn’t often work like that.
Actually, it almost never works like that.
Life is not linear.
Life is not a victory march to success.
The life that I know is messy:
I fail often. We fail often.
I fail in moving towards the kind of human being that I want to become.
I fail in getting to the gym.
I fail in living the true meaning of these very words here.
Life has detours
And along the detours I have met wondrous friends,
The breaking of the heart along the way
has brought a healing
and I am the combination of the wound and the healing.
It reminds me of the hauntingly beautiful Leonard Cohen song, “Hallelujah”:
Love is not a victory march…
It’s a cold and broken Hallelujah
What if life is not just about the goal?
What if it is not even just about the path to the goal?
I’ve ever heard wise people tell us that life is not about the success but about the buoyancy, the bounce back, the get-back-up-after-you-get-knocked-down.
What if it is not even the bounce back,
but the fall better, fail better, crack more whole,
break less, heal better, get up, fall again….