Sinking

Jump and your wings will sprout. Maybe you’ll even fly.

But what if I fall?

You get back up and brush yourself off. Keep trying. Forever.

On and on. Sometimes it feels maddening.

But I get up and brush myself off. I’m not sinking. I’m not falling. I’m brushing myself off, and I’ve got nowhere to go but up. Again.

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