What's wrong with falling down?

When I know I can definitely stand up again. In every struggle, I tend to feel that helplessness, that emptiness, that mental & emotional suffering I amafflicted upon. Should this stop me from moving ahead & working on progressing? Never. I would not lose to failures. I would not lose to pain. I would not lose to sleepless nights of endless thoughts, of tossin’ & turning & of nightmares & disappointment & regret. I would not lose to illusions of aperfect world full of laughters & a care-free world, without problems & weaknesses. But instead, embrace the reality of shit-ain’t-meant-to-be-fucking-easy. What’s wrong with falling down when the moment I stand up, I feel my wounds, I see my flaws & wear my scars. Because in all honesty, feeling the throbbing & trembling pain lets me know how much I’m alive. How hard I can feel. How greatly I can bear. What’s wrong with falling down when even though how many times I get my heart broken, I am capable of picking up the pieces, one by one, working to keep the fragments intact & intertwine the little portions back into position to try & make it start beating. It will start beating, it will beat stronger, beat wiser, beat into a very heart that is capable tolove again, a heart capable of loving more than it ever had. They say that maybe the reason we get our hearts broken, is because we need to know what’s it made of, what’s inside, what’s its measure, what’s it real essence. What’s wrong with falling down, when every step I miss, every road I stumbleon, every height I find difficulties in reaching, leaves me definitely getting up, recovering with new enlightenment, with new courage & with a new will to keep going. What’s wrong with falling down, when I believe that in falling down, I willnever ever refuse to stand & give up.

-Carmela David