Falling is not the end of it all

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It was the reminder I needed That the falling That’s just physics That’s life happening It’s chaotic and unpredictable and it knocks everyone over eventually once in a while but the getting up That’s a choice
It’s the hardest choice you’ll make some days It’s not about springing to your feet with a triumphant smile, pretending it didn’t hurt No, getting up is messy It’s groaning brushing the dust off your jeans and taking a wobbly, uncertain step It’s acknowledging the bruise while deciding it won’t stop you from walking.

Every single time I’ve chosen to get up, I’ve learned something the version of me still on the ground Couldn’t, I learned about my own capacity to adapt with a discovered new paths I was too focused to see before I found a resilience that I didn’t know I had.

That one failed project led me to a different idea one I never would have considered if the first one had succeeded, The fall was the redirect I needed even though it felt like a disaster at the time So now, when I feel that lurch in my stomach I try to remember my own history. I remind myself that the impact is temporary and The choice of what to do next that’s what’s permanent.

Don’t be afraid of the scrapes and the bruises They’re just proof you were in the game Be more afraid of the comfortable quiet ground Be afraid of getting too used to the view from down there.

The world needs you standing.