The passage of time, decay, entropy and many forms of failure.

Failure takes many forms, and we are not always the reason it occurs.  

Yeah, sometimes you try real hard to win the big game, but the other team is just a bit better and you lose.  That is not personal failure.  That is life.  Maybe you could have run faster you think, maybe you could have thrown farther you think, maybe the one catch or shot or yard you missed mattered enough to have swung the odds you think, but this way lies madness. 

There are too many moving parts.  Too many variables for you to blame yourself for this "failure" as you see it.  YOU lost, you think, forgetting the team. It has happened, and it will happen again.

Losing, or failing, is the cost of playing the game.  If you refuse to play out of fear of failure, the results are all together more dour.  The prognosis, worse.

To protect yourself from the possiblity of breaking your ankle out there in the world, you break it yourself, in your bedroom, and you never leave for fear of the thing you would instead make come to pass yourself. 

Hope your enjoying that cold comfort of being right about your own misfortune by causing it yourself because NO ONE ELSE WILL ENJOY HEARING ABOUT IT.

You will be ruthlessly negative, hopelessly negative, the one that always complains.  The one for which things are never good enough.  The latte is never quite right, The weather is never QUITE right, the food is never quite right, the boy or girl or job or show or car or shirt or child or pet or show or song IS NEVER 

QUITE

RIGHT

.........You were so exhausted by life so now you've taken to becoming exhausting to everyone else who is STILL trying. Still fighting. Still climbing while boulders and bolts rain down on them, while radical winds try to RIP them from the steep incline, rather then encourage them, root for them, hope for them, you snipe from afar, shooting covert arrows and throwing stones.  Because in THEIR EFFORT you see your own failures.  Your own compromises.  Your own hurt.  HOW DARE THEY NOT BE BROKEN.  HOW DARE THEY KEEP TRYING.  I wish they fell off the mountain and they were crippled down here.  

With me.

Because i miss them.  

On some level you do. You miss trying, you miss being on that mountain.  You miss when people heard your complaints as you both clung to the sides and responded with, "I know RIGHT? This is fucking CRAZY!" because you were trying, and yes maybe even failing, TOGETHER. 

It's a relatable state to be in.

A human state to be in.  Try to be brave.  Try to try.  You may not win, but the alternative is truly a fate worse than failure.