There are other worlds. Other kinds of dreams. Dreams in which failure is feasible. Honourable. Sometimes even worth striving for. Worlds in which recognition is not the only barometer of brilliance or human worth.
There are plenty of warriors who go to war each day, knowing in advance that they will fail. They’re less successful in the most vulgar sense of the word, but by no means less fulfilled.
– Arundhati Roy, ‘Come September’