I’ve fallen down more times than I can count. I mean both metaphorically and literally; I’m clumsy. When I’m face down on the ground I feel like this is it. This is when I finally admit defeat. This is when gravity is my best friend. This is when I stay down. I feel defeated.
So many people feel this way at certain points in their lives, maybe more often than they’d like to admit. And honestly, what I’ve come to realize is that you’ve gotta fall. Time and time again. You’ve gotta fall if you wanna get better. Standing still all the time will get us nowhere. So what if we’re covered with cuts and bruises every now and then? If it means that we get back up, and get better, then it’s worth it.
No matter how often I feel like I just want to wave a huge white flag, admit defeat, and surrender to everything that brings me down, there’s another side of me that is just too stubborn to be defeated.
I know that there are people out there who struggle to get back up, and I know what it’s like to want to stay down.