How do we cope with failure, and what is the narrative that we use to make us comfortable with telling that story?
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. There have been a few times recently where I’ve heard about what one person has said that’s different from what I understood, and it has changed my perspective. I think that’s sometimes how we understand life, especially when we fantasize what we wanted and what could have been against where we are now. We all do that, but not everyone looks at it through a lens of reality.
In most of my youth I didn’t understand why people wouldn’t say what they were thinking at all times— like those bits in movies where there is something “better left unsaid.” But as I’ve gotten older, there are a lot of things I’ve left unsaid, uncorrected. Ultimately it doesn’t change what happened and what will be. It just is.