“Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, / I myself am good-fortune, / Henceforth I whimper no more, / postpone no more, need nothing.” -Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road”
A simple idea, but not one we necessarily accept all that readily. Being our own luck means we’re in charge after all; it means we’re responsible for the success or failure of our ventures, and while we’re keen to own the former, the latter is another story.
Thing is, meaning in life transcends the narrow confines of both success and failure. Life is about growth as much as anything, about putting ourselves out there and risking something.
Which is to say, confined in the dark, comfortable encasing of long-established life habits, it’s easy to forget that life can only be had in meeting and embracing uncertainty, (not in habitually avoiding it); in risking exposure to elements unknown, and the flowering of our soul’s desires.