I Count My Failures Too

Counting blessings is gratitude.

It’s what we often forget to do, but should do, to realize how fortunate we truly are.

Yet, I count my failures.
Not as a punishment.
Not as guilt.
Not as misfortune.

One thing I’ve always been certain of –
I never consider failure a misfortune.
Deliberately, I don’t.
It has become my way of thinking, my behavior.

Failures are not misfortunes.
They are not bad luck or destiny’s cruelty.
They are simply outcomes of miscalculation, misjudgment, or incomplete understanding.
Never misfortune.

Fortune is always good.
Or at least, we must train ourselves to believe this truth –
That fortune, in any form, is always good.
There is no misfortune.

So, where was I…
I count my failures.
Sincerely. Honestly.

I count them to understand how and why I failed.
How many times I failed.
How far I was from success.
And most importantly –
What lessons each failure taught me.

I count my failures to recognize how fortunate I am.
Fortunate to know what doesn’t work.
Fortunate to understand what can go wrong.
Fortunate to gain wisdom in hindsight.

Because every failure is a step forward.
A sign of effort.
A lesson earned.

So yes, I count my failures too.
With gratitude.
With clarity.
With purpose.