This Is This

I keep thinking about the failure of Nine Rooms, the brainchild of my child brain, and what I can take from that.

There’s a Japanese saying that goes “Fall down seven times, get up eight times.”

I like that. It means keep trying new stuff.

Or it may simply mean: “Dude - stop falling down, OK? It’s embarassing…”

,… but the important thing is to get up and dust yourself off. If it’s not dusty where you’re falling, you can always bring your own dust. But get up.

When you start anything, you may say to yourself: “What if I fail?”

Sure, and what if they laugh at me. And what if I don’t sing as well as I think? Or no one reads my blog, blah blah blah.

Actually, you may be too attached to the idea of falling.

I used to go skiing with a guy who had this style, leaning forward or back like he was preparing to fall over. He would ski like he was anticipating the fall when he should have been enjoying the ride. He would lean so much that he skied closer to the ground so he wouldn’t have to fall as far as I did when I stacked it.

Of course, I would fall too because falling happens. But he would even fall more often because he was thinking about it.

Isn’t it better to enjoy the ride until falling happens than to spend all your time expecting the likely fall?

You are going to fall.

Be aware. Watch. Observe.

Get up.

Perhaps to fall again, sure - but get up.

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“You don’t understand your power over the common man,” said Alistair Campbell.

The words seemed to echo endlessly around their cell. Digging a tunnel had proved fruitless and oddly phallic. Finding a vein had been the laborious task ahead, but they opted to forge ahead while singing “We Are The Champions”.

It wasn’t until they stopped singing that they realised they were never going to see Gdansk. In the dark, damp silence, the candles sputtered out. “Bugger,” said the slightly balder

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