What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?
Not my words, true; but good ones nonetheless.
I read them on a bumper sticker on a rusty Oldsmobile in fleeting traffic and unlike every other bit of pseudo-inspirational drivel I have seen in my years on earth, it got me thinking.
What WOULD I do?
Would I take the chances I had always feared?
Would I be happier?
Or would there be times when failing would be the better option?
What if I had the courage to ask out that boy years ago?
Not knowing then that he turned out to be gay, maybe failure wasn't the worst option.
I believe I am happier now with my sweet friend whom I've never had the awkward position of dating, only to find out that he was more interested in that cute male bartender than I was.

What does it mean to succeed?
Is it achieving the results I wanted or the results that are actually best for me?
What is success?
Achieving revenge on that bitch who betrayed me?
Or not taking that vengeance?
Does it make me a better person for not having taken revenge?
Or does it make me weak?

What would I attempt if I knew I could not fail?
How much would I NOT attempt if I knew I could not fail?
And of those things that I would attempt,
how many would I regret?
Is failure resultant of our own doubts?
Or because some omnipotent controller uses our failure
to provide the success of others?

How much of life is duality?
How much of the scenario is win/lose?
How much is my success the failure of others?
And how much of my failure is their success?
Is there success of one without failure of another?
And vice versa, is there failure of one without success for another?
If so, are the successes and failures equal to one another?
Are they balanced in a perfect karma,
a cosmic chemical equation,
a zero sum?
Or can a small victory
result in a much larger loss?
If so, how do we find justice in that system?
Is there justice in success and failure?
Would we risk justice for success?
And what would you do if you knew you could not fail?