How often do you broach the subject of your own failure? If you're anything like me, you don't do it very often. I believe it is a universal trait that we try to hide our failures.

It's not cool to admit that you've made a mistake. We like to talk on our accomplishments. That is also true for the majority of books, papers, presentations, and other materials.

Everything is always fantastic. It isn't always perfect, though.

But what's the harm in failing? What exactly is failure? It's all so personal. I believe we are frequently too eager to pass judgment on ourselves.

Failure is an unpleasant experience that you want to be over with as soon as possible. It's the same when I reflect on my own failings. Things like failed careers, business projects, and relationships, to name a few.

Listed below are a few examples:

I started a sales training company when I was 18 years old. I never sold anything. I had no idea what I was doing, either.

I attempted to work as a DJ. The equipment was purchased by me. I spent a lot of time learning it. I did a couple shows. Until I realize how much I despise nighttime.

I was on the verge of opening a coffee business (not a Dutch coffee shop). When I say almost, I mean almost literally. All of the plans were in place. I was unable to secure sufficient funding.

I started a line of men's accessories. I still have a few ties and pocket squares stashed somewhere.

I'd always wanted to write a book. I didn't even manage to write a single page.

I was asked to manage the marketing for a Dutch company's US division. It was a complete disaster, and I was fired after only six months.

That is true for the vast majority of people. I was talking to a friend last week. He felt like a failure because he's 31, his relationship didn't work out, he doesn't have much money, and he despises his job.

It's not horrible in my opinion—you can modify all of those things (except for your age). You can meet new love, earn money, and work at a job you want.

It took me a long time to change my perspective from "judging" to "seeing forward."

It is impossible to enjoy the feeling of failure.

I honestly don't want to know how much time and money I've squandered on all of my previous failures. And I felt like shite every time.

It sounds wonderful when people say "fail fast," but the reality is that failure hurts.

Failure is a bad sensation, especially when it happens in front of your family, friends, or other people.

Those things, in course, should not concern you. But, after all, aren't we still just humans?

So when I say "failure," I don't mean "easy failure" or "pleasant failure."

You're probably an idiot if you enjoy failure. No, it's difficult. But that is precisely the goal.

It goes like this for me: -You fail -You feel terrible -You absorb the damage -You digest it -And you go on.

Doesn't it appear to be simple? However, dealing with it is quite difficult. And I've had severe doubts about my behavior at times.

"What's the point of it all?" I'd think to myself.

The answer is straightforward: it is your fate.

Yes, I realize it's corny. That isn't to say that isn't true. What is fate, after all? I appreciate Heraclitus' definition of character: "Character is destiny."

And what better way to display your character than through dealing with failure?

Is failure the end or the beginning of your journey?

When you reach the end, you begin to judge yourself. And before you realize it, your self-esteem has taken a hit as a result. If, on the other hand, you consider failure as a starting point, you'll keep going.

You're not scared to explore or attempt new things. What's the big deal if things don't go your way?

And every time you fail, you get fresh knowledge. And with each class, you grow closer to finding something that will actually work for you.

Things take place. You have failed. You squander time, money, and friendships. But, whatever happens, you must love it. Because one day you'll look back and realize that everything you've done in your life makes sense.

That's how it went for me as well. Now that I think about it, I understand. Even though I made those advances and failed badly, I'm glad I did. It helped me get to where I am now.

"Amor Fati," as Friedrich Nietzsche put it, "love your fate, which is your life."

"So, where do we go from here?"

Look away from me! Simply take action. Maybe you'll succeed, maybe you'll fail.

You'll thank yourself for trying one day. Because you would never be you if you didn't fail.