Failure, aka ‘the non-success’. Failure comes into existence when expectations have not been met. We
fail when we do not achieve our goals.
But who defines success? How explicit are these – sometimes unmatched – expectations? Does it make a difference if we fail others or ourselves? Is the latter the greatest failure of all, or is that perception just a construct in hyper individualistic societies?
Years ago, during the peak of digital startup culture, the phrase
“fail fast, fail often” became pretty much a mantra. Repeated to exhaustion by – mostly male-dominated – teams in accelerators, incubators and other similar institutions, the slogan transmitted the idea that, no matter what, the desirable goal was to keep moving. Despite its obnoxious celebration of hustle, there is something about the expression we do like: it demystifies success while depicting failure as a necessary part of any creative process.This is important, as one of the most pernicious manifestations of failure is its link to anticipation.
IOW, when we think – or worse, assume – that we are going to fail before we even start taking steps towards the desired goal. In these situations, one of the most common fears appears: the fear of failure. From a psychological viewpoint, fear of failure has the power to paralyse, preventing us from acting in ways we would like to and, ultimately, blocking us from getting to where we want to be. Where or why this fear originates is still unclear, but we do know that – oh, surprise! –
fear of failure is way more prevalent in women than it is in men.
Be it as it may, from a futures thinking perspective, it is captivating to reflect on how this fear might influence our collective actions. What does it mean for societies to assume that no matter what steps, plans or strategies are implemented, success will (most likely) not be achieved? How does living in a post-everything era inform the design of long-term, cross-generational decisions? And, finally, might the loss of talent in – Western – politics and governments have something to do with this sorrowful mess?