Clearing out the attic this week made me realise the number of things i’ve got wrong over my life: the places and ways in which i’ve failed. School reports chart mediocre performance in chemistry and maths, a lack of engagement in PE and a tuneless ear for music. Old boxes of letters remind me of friendships gone and relationships that ran their course. Poignant memories and lessons learned.
They form, of course, the foundations of my happiness and success. The strength of friendships, work and knowledge now are founded upon the mistakes i made to get here. There’s nothing to regret, but much to learn from.
The Social Age is about the growth of wisdom, earned through humility and sharing. We have to share our mistakes as well as our ideas and enthusiasm: we have to be brave enough, open enough, trusting enough to confide in our communities. If we fail to share, if we are too proud to make mistakes, we can’t really learn, we can’t really be citizens of the Social Age.