It's a regular piece of advice shared time and again: do your best, that's all you can do. You hear it during post-game interviews with pro athletes, in blog posts on LinkedIn, and from pulpits. It must be true if so many people believe it.
What's also true is that doing your best does not always get you admitted to the in vogue nightclub. Do your best and you may fail. Do your darndest and you might lose, to the point of everything. Is this mindset a way of couching the pain of stepping into the unknown and going all in? Is it a preemptive strike against the blow of defeat, just in case defeat happens?
I wonder, the way the universe is built, if, and only if, by going all in do you overcome the tinge of any result, to the point where the result becomes almost unimportant in the light of what you just did because the strength and courage to go all-in is so difficult to summon and, perhaps, just as difficult to employ?
Henry David Thoreau once remarked that "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." If most people do, is it because we never quite go all in, realizing that life isn't something to hold on to but rather something to let go of completely?