I wrote almost three full pages before coming across the sentence or the message that I was looking for.

And that message was walking there like God sent you.

A message someone shared with me recently before I gave a speech at a conference.

I guess it was hanging out in my subconscious, waiting to be brought back to the surface and explored.

I think it's fitting that it took so long for me to arrive there, to realize its value.

Why?

Well, to put it bluntly, I think it's because life contains more wrong terms than right ones.

It's just that the right ones, when discovered, unlock some of the most beautiful things imaginable. And while we look, while we wade through the streams not meant for us, the temptation or instinct is to get mad, frustrated. What a waste of time

screams the pragmatic brain. Three full pages of wasted words.

Three months with the wrong person,

three years doing the wrong things,

when what we'd yet to understand

is that they weren't wrong at all.

They brought us to exactly where we need to be.

Our yeses are very often buried under 1,000 nose.

That's not punishment, that's just life.

It's often references a reminder that in baseball hitting 300 or getting a hit three out of every ten at bats essentially makes you an all-star.

Three successes out of every ten attempts.

While life, I believe, is harder than baseball.

Sometimes its losses more numerous, its rules more convoluted, but its wins unparalleled.

See, life is not a game of getting it right.

Life is a game of showing up again and again.

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