It doesn’t seem to matter
No matter how many times I fall
I always rise.
The climb,
it must be my destination.
The freedom to fall
What a luxury that as turned out to be.
To have the utmost confidence that you’ll bring yourself up
It is a beautiful feeling,
In oblivion.
I remember cursing at whatever I could for my falls.
I felt targeted
Maybe I was right
Maybe I am targeted
You could also call it chosen.
If you can take it you can make it.
Each fall, each moment of failure, is not a mark of weakness but a testament to my ability to rise again. The climb, the constant pursuit of growth and self-improvement, is not just a means to an end but the destination itself. It’s in the struggle, in the relentless effort to ascend, that I find my purpose and fulfillment.
The freedom to fall is indeed a luxury. It’s a privilege that comes with the confidence that no matter how hard I hit the ground, I have the power to lift myself up. This realization brings a sense of liberation. I am no longer paralyzed by the fear of failure because I know that every fall is an opportunity to learn and grow stronger. In the depths of oblivion, there is beauty in knowing that my resilience will always bring me back to my feet.
In my moments of frustration, I used to curse my circumstances, feeling as if I were unfairly targeted by misfortune. But with time and reflection, I see that these challenges were not curses but blessings in disguise. Maybe I was targeted, but not by some malevolent force. Instead, I was chosen by life to endure and overcome these trials, to become a stronger and more capable person. If I can take the hardships thrown my way, I can surely make it through anything.
Each fall is a reminder that I am alive, that I am pushing myself beyond my limits. The obstacles I face are not there to break me but to build me up. They are tests of my resilience and determination, and with each one, I prove to myself that I am capable of more than I ever imagined. The falls are a part of the climb, integral to the journey towards my goals.
As I prepare to face each new day, I carry these reflections with me. They ground me and remind me that the journey is not about avoiding falls but embracing them. The climb is filled with both peaks and valleys, and it’s the ability to rise from the lows that defines my strength. Each step, each fall, and each rise is a brushstroke on the canvas of my life, creating a unique and powerful masterpiece.
In this reflective space, I find solace and inspiration. The freedom to fall and rise again is a gift that I cherish. It empowers me to take risks, to explore new possibilities, and to push beyond my comfort zone. With each fall, I become more resilient, more confident, and more determined to continue the climb. This journey, with all its challenges and triumphs, is what makes life truly rewarding. And so, I embrace the climb, knowing that no matter how many times I fall, I will always rise.
