Four days ago, on Christmas Day, I turned 23. A fragile age indeed, and most of you know that I have yet to conquer all the good and the bad that life can throw at you. But I’ve seen things, I’ve done things. Scars have been inflicted upon my body and soul. I’ve kept secrets, I’ve nurtured bizarre dreams and fantasies until they became demons. I’ve lost more battles than I can count…
And I’ve fallen… time and time again, only to rise up again and again.
So, why do we fall?
We fall because we need to see how far we can go. Only by testing our limits do we reach beyond them, only by fighting a lot of impossible battles do we defeat insurmountable odds.
Experience is a long list of failures. One defeat at a time, we survive, we fight on, we become better, faster, and stronger. We evolve.
We fall and we pick ourselves up. We fall again, with more grace than we previously thought possible. We learn, yet we never become perfect. If you live your life just the way you want to, without taking silly precautions, you will fall. Again and again and again.
And never fall into the trap that you’ll reach a stage in your life when things will be different. If you take risks, if you push yourself, if you want more, you’ll fall.
Because venturing into the unknown is the riskiest business there is.
And never make the mistake of taking things for granted. Things change. People change. You change. Everything changes. So keep moving… never, ever stop. Don’t give up, don’t surrender when it hurts.
There is only one final defeat in life.
Don’t hold on to the past, don’t wallow yourself in a future filled with crazy promises. Live in the present, be aware of your surroundings and exploit them the best you can.
Maybe this is well worth remembering as we look forward to a new year, a year filled with dreams and expectations and lists and plans, all nicely wrapped up in the illusion that we have enough time to accomplish all of them and more.