[berkeshire]

Failure taught me one thing. My self-attested labels of being creative, a builder, risk taker ... were more likely rose tinted glasses. They were the fuel and the motivation of my all-nighters, that effusive optimism and self belief.

Motivation and other labels only go so far. Its discipline that got me anything worthwhile. Showing up and getting shit done, even when I didnt feel like it. A realist view of what could cause me to fail.

A little bit of world-weary jadedness does wonders in channeling creativity towards what really needs to be done.