I never look at failure as permanent, but more a very annoying challenge. We are not entirely steering our course, but in the middle of adversity, there are definitive puzzle pieces that we can use to alter our momentum. Sounds pseudo intellectual, but it isn't.
I mean, when you've failed, life does not stop to console you, does it? Your next effort is what will count after all. We tend to look back, much later down the road whenever life allows.
In the middle of Marseilles, an ant finds itself circling about my leg. (Denim would be a strange terrain for any creature, as far as I'm concerned.) I missed my train and he missed the last turn his fellow worker, just ahead, took.
Nobody is stressed, nobody is lost. I handily set him on his way, and the sun setting stubbornly to my right, says all is right in the multi-verse.
I'm taking an ant's effort from now on!