Have you ever wondered what is for real success and failure? I mean I have failed almost in everything in my life yet I don't feel a failure. Is being Brat Pitt success? Is success so sweet as they say and failure so bitter? I don't think so. The thing that defines a person in his life for me is his failures. In such a cruel and unjust world that we are living being a failure is an act of triumph and great courage. It was Samuel Becket who said "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." I see all these "successful" people talking about their dream and how passionately they pursued it, how hard they tried and how grateful they are and how... Fuck me none of this sounds real to me! I would like to see a famous person admitting his failure. His utter failure. Then I will be genuinely interested on him. A person who is not failing is either a liar or a bad person. It was Sigmund Freud who said "The more perfect a person is on the outside, the more demons they have on the inside." Failure for me is a credential for goodness.
I'm not sure what Coen Brothers had in mind when they made that film and the character of Llewyn but for me the character is legendary. A failure in everything that he does. It's like bad karma is following him constantly. And the more he fails the more he is prone to failure. How that make me feel? It makes me feel like going fucking home. I have failed in pursuing any type of career, I have failed miraculously in love, I have failed in friendship, I have even failed in my mental health. And this is not some teary confession is simply the truth. I don't know how politically correct is to talk about failure in that sympathetic way but I really don't care about the politically correct, never cared for that in my whole life. All this talk reminds me of a fictional club of friends. The Losers' Club from the Stephen King's masterpiece It.
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