i was given reason to have hope, to smile. i didn’t invent it or wish it or imagine it. it was real.
so…it hurt like hell when the rug was jerked out from under me. falling for the 100th time is still falling all the same.
i read somewhere today that failing and making mistakes is good. failing means you’re trying, doing, reaching. i should take comfort in my failures, i suppose, because failing a lot means i’ve tried a lot.