You know anything worth having requires commitment and a willingness to fail. I know this is an older lost, but the title grabbed me. I feel like I've spent to much time as a pigeon sitting on a lame rotting fence. Yet the small percentage of the effort that I allowed to become habit, has started to bare fruit. There's a lingering regret that I didn't commit more effort, yet an appreciation towards myself for having continued even though it felt fruitless.