I’m almost twenty six years old. A fragile age indeed; I have yet to conquer all the good and the bad that life can throw at me. 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…
And yet… it’s not the fall that breaks most people. It’s the fear that they’ll never rise up again.
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 run away 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.
This is one of life’s toughest lessons. We have to try. If we don’t try, we fail by default.
One more try. One more go.
You never know.