This. All of this.

I’ve always thought of failure like trying to launch a rocket or a spaceship. You’ve gotta have the fuel to hit escape velocity — whether daddy’s pumping in the rocket fuel, you’re you’re hustling for every last km/s.

I get so frustrated with the people who shake off failure like it’s nothing. Just because you have a backup rocket waiting on 39-b doesn’t mean we all do. For some of us, that one launch — and the flaming wreckage of its failure — is all we’ve got.

I always appreciate your words. Thank you. ❤