英語六級(jí)晨讀美文100篇:Failure Is a Good Thing（69）
Last week, my granddaughter started kindergarten, and I wished her success.
I was lying.
What I actually wish for her is failure.
I believe in the power of failure.
Success is boring.
Success is proving that you can do something that you already know you can do,
or doing something correctly the first time, which can often be a problematic victory.
First-time success is usually a fluke.
First-time failure, by contrast, is expected; it is the natural order of things.
Failure is how we learn.
I have been told of an African phrase describing a good cook as she who has broken many pots.
If youve spent enough time in the kitchen to have broken a lot of pots,
probably you know a lot about cooking.
I once had a dinner with a group of chefs,
and they spent time comparing knife wounds and burn scars.
They knew how much credibility their failures gave them.
I earn my living by writing a daily newspaper column.
Each week I am aware that one column is going to be the worst column.
I dont set out to write it; I try my best every day.
I have learned to cherish that column.
A successful column usually means that I am treading on familiar ground,
going with the tricks that work or dressing up popular sentiments in fancy words.
Often in my inferior columns, I am trying to pull off something Ive never done before,
something Im not even sure can be done.
My younger daughter is a trapeze artist.
She spent three years putting together an act.
She did it successfully for years.
There was no reason for her to change the act- but she did anyway.
She said she was no longer learning anything new and she was bored.
So she changed the act.
She risked failure and profound public embarrassment in order to feed her soul.
My granddaughter is a perfectionist.
She will feel her failures, and I will want to comfort her.
But I will also, I hope, remind her of what she learned,
and how she can do whatever it is better next time.
I hope I can tell her, though, that its not the end of the world.
Indeed, with luck, it is the beginning.
Last week, my granddaughter started kindergarten, and I wished her success.
I was lying.
What I actually wish for her is failure.
I believe in the power of failure.
Success is boring.
Success is proving that you can do something that you already know you can do,
or doing something correctly the first time, which can often be a problematic victory.
First-time success is usually a fluke.
First-time failure, by contrast, is expected; it is the natural order of things.
Failure is how we learn.
I have been told of an African phrase describing a good cook as she who has broken many pots.
If youve spent enough time in the kitchen to have broken a lot of pots,
probably you know a lot about cooking.
I once had a dinner with a group of chefs,
and they spent time comparing knife wounds and burn scars.
They knew how much credibility their failures gave them.
I earn my living by writing a daily newspaper column.
Each week I am aware that one column is going to be the worst column.
I dont set out to write it; I try my best every day.
I have learned to cherish that column.
A successful column usually means that I am treading on familiar ground,
going with the tricks that work or dressing up popular sentiments in fancy words.
Often in my inferior columns, I am trying to pull off something Ive never done before,
something Im not even sure can be done.
My younger daughter is a trapeze artist.
She spent three years putting together an act.
She did it successfully for years.
There was no reason for her to change the act- but she did anyway.
She said she was no longer learning anything new and she was bored.
So she changed the act.
She risked failure and profound public embarrassment in order to feed her soul.
My granddaughter is a perfectionist.
She will feel her failures, and I will want to comfort her.
But I will also, I hope, remind her of what she learned,
and how she can do whatever it is better next time.
I hope I can tell her, though, that its not the end of the world.
Indeed, with luck, it is the beginning.
