Getting back up wasn’t about a triumphant or a single effort It is about a series of small almost insignificant actions, It was making my bed It was going for a walk even when I didn’t want to It was opening my laptop and looking at the wreckage of my plan not with anger but with curiosity and thoughts like “What can I salvage? What did I learn?”.
I realized that the fall itself isn’t the story, The story is what you do in the quiet moments after the dust settles its the choice to kneel gather the pieces and begin again even if your hands are still shaking, you can knowing Resilience isn’t a superpower reserved for a special few but a muscle and it’s built one small rep at a time each and Every time you choose to get back up you’re not just solving that one problem you’re proving something to yourself You’re building evidence that you are stronger than your setbacks although I’m not grateful for the falls I don’t celebrate them But I am learning to respect them as They are not signs that my journey is over they are often the brutal necessary course corrections that put me on a better path They humble me They teach me what I’m truly made of.
So if you’re falling right now know that the ground is temporary Feel it, acknowledge it but don’t set up camp there. Your strength isn’t defined by how still you can stand but by how many times you’re willing to get back up dust yourself off, and take that next step forward The world needs your unique story including the chapters about how you learned to rise.
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