Most of us spend the first six days of each week sowing wild oats then we go to church on Sunday and pray for a crop failure.

Ultimately, all human activities have as their goal the realization of happiness. Why, then, have we ended up producing the opposite result? Could the underlying cause be our failure to correctly understand the true nature of happiness?

I don't want the fear of failure to stop me from doing what I really care about.

Translation is the art of failure.

I've probably earned the right to screw up a few times. I don't want the fear of failure to stop me from doing what I really care about.