Failing Forward

I need to fail forward now. I've been sitting on the edge too long, looking over, spellbound by the scene below. (Those clouds are amazing too.) But failing forward is something else. It's taking the plunge into the unknown, into not knowing what will happen next or how I'm going to be.

Accepting that I don't know makes not knowing a lot easier to take. It makes it kind of fun, makes for surprise. And I appreciate the faces of those unknown people around me as I realize that they too don't know what will befall them. They live in a bigger world than they can fathom and they know it.

But I need to fail forward now. Knowing that what I attempt will only be provisional, will not be the answer, will not make me happy (that comes from somewhere else), will turn out to be old in no time. I need to fail forward just the same.

I need to do it even not knowing exactly what it is. I share and I long to share the amazement that we're here doing this, working it out. Your joy and wonder is my joy and wonder. Striking out for the unlimited territory where you're already here in this moment, however it is.

My heart's song is failing forward; it listens to yours.