The hallmark of the hero is his detachment. As life directs, he’s ready to go. Or not. In either case, he’s untethered to an agenda. His heart sings a song to itself.
Dude, I can’t say I’m not religious. I might as well say I don’t have blue eyes. Or any connective tissue. Stay with me for a second: the Latin re-ligio means to reconnect.
It is impossible to fail on purpose. The man who does this has, after all, succeeded. Failure is the Paschal mystery. It’s where the new me is forged.
Don’t forget that failure is your friend. So when it knocks at your door, make it some tea. After the age of 30, says Richard Rohr, success has nothing more to teach us.
The greatest gift we can give to anyone is our thoughtless attention.