Drowning, appreciating the small things and failing often

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I am pretty excited about being here on Hive, as it feels like the first time I never had. When I arrived at Steem, I literally knew next to nothing about it, I knew nothing about blockchains, less about cryptocurrencies and had barely written a word outside of work for 20 years - and that was at school. I just kind of started posting and doing what I thought would be worth something to people, swhich meant posting the best articles I could and engaging through comments less so than I do now - but not really getting to know anyone.

While that was only 3 years ago, coming onto Hive kind of feels like I have been doing this for much, much longer. Blockchain time doesn't move like regular time, it is stretched and warped. Yet, it is also all new and I feel the gravity of the moment in a way that I didn't back in 2017 and I think this is because I know that a few years from now, this moment will still be looked back upon and get discussed, praised and punished.

These moments are important and become blockhain folklore where some wish they had been here to be a part of it, and others blame those who were. Not everything is going to run smoothly going forward, and that is okay.

It is okay to try something and fail, it is okay not to like everything that happens, it is okay to get upset from time to time, it is okay to take a break and not get involved in every situation on the blockchain if you don't want. It is okay to just relax, have some fun and enjoy the company of others wanting to do the same.

It is okay to enjoy the little wins.

Although the UI says I started, I stopped my imported Power Down on Hive, I claimed my first rewards and I Powered Up my first HIVE tokens into HP. It all felt good, it all had meaning, it all brought a little smile to my face.

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I don't remember doing these things on Steem, because I was in such a physical and mental state due to life circumstances that there was no space to enjoy the little things - I was drowning in a haze of uncontrollable circumstance. I barely remember any of that period of time and even though there a clear moments I spent with my daughter, I feel that so much of it is left for ever.

Small things matter, as it is they that subtly nudge us through life daily.

The last few weeks have been draining as so many parts of life have seemed to collapse and converge into the one vortex, yet I am calm and far from the haze of the past. I think that over the last three years of exploring the world through the feedback loop of my writing, I have learned to be more resilient and calmer. But most importantly, to take life seriously while still seeing the humor in it all.

I can only speak for myself, but I have found that putting the effort in toward something and even if the result is failure, is empowering. For me, writing became the mental rock, the meditation, the mantra, the garbage disposal that kept me from going under, to what felt would be inescapable once down. Many look to reduce the amount of effort to reward ratio, but do not realize that the extra effort to cling to the rock or stretch for the stars has value in and of itself - though it might not translate into extra financial return.

The saying is, that if it's a job worth doing, it's a job worth doing right. The worth isn't in the pay for the work done, it is in the sense that it was done properly, the best one can. No matter if a CEO of a multinational or a cleaner at the supermarket, the sense of accomplishment by doing one's best is rewarding - and knowing one cut corners is not, even if there was no cost in doing so.

Not everyone feels this way - and that is their choice. Yet, I feel that they are selling themselves short. Not because they do not have the same possibility to earn, but that they do not have the same possibility to understand their potential, to know what they are truly capable of, to battle test their feelings and understand that sometimes, we can do our utmost and put everything into something - and it isn't good enough, we still fail. The greatest lessons in life are learned through failure.

Failing and being a failure are two very different things. The difference is in the identification of it, making failure a representation of one's ego. A failure is not personal, it is just a failure. If one just stops at that point in fear of failing again though, that result is the last to get recorded.

Fail small often - succeed large sometimes.

It's the little things.

Taraz
[ 1st generation Hive ]