I’ve had some success lately.
It doesn’t happen often.
But on those few occasions when it has happened, invariably I’m surprised, and grateful. Grateful because I’ve tasted failure many times. And so my reaction to success is now the same as my reaction to failure:
So what…
Success doesn’t mean anything, nor does failure. They’re flip sides of the same coin.
You need to fail to achieve success. In many ways failure is a prerequisite for success. My experience is that to succeed, you need to step outside the box, to stand uncomfortable, to risk humiliation. To be prepared to be crushed.
I’ve been crushed many times. It’s not pleasant, let me tell you. But to achieve anything in this life you have to get back up, spit the blood from your mouth, and go back to work again.
My success is this recent film I’ve made.
For me, the success the film has achieved isn’t its box office or the acclaim it’s received, it’s that people have gone to the cinema and come away feeling good. Feeling inspired. Feeling empowered.
That to me is success.
Some kind people have said I deserve this success.
They’ve seen me struggle. They’ve seen me hurt. They’re seen how hard I’ve worked, for so many years, without any apparent benefit.
They say I deserve all these good things now and I say thank you, but silently I say no I don’t. I don’t deserve anything. The world, the Universe, doesn’t owe me anything.
No matter how hard I’ve worked, what risks I’ve taken, I’m not entitled to success.
Just as I’m not entitled to failure.
I’m very suspicious of this word deserve.
The word lacks humility. It lacks grace. It speaks to me of ego-based entitlement. Of expectation. Of sought-for outcomes. That’s a space I don’t wish to inhabit.
I don’t deserve anything.
Is success preferable to failure? To answer that I have to ask myself: What is success?
For me, it’s that I finished the film and it’s the film I wished to make. How fortunate am I?





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