Oh, how true this statement is. Usually, I manage to get through things and get at least a part of the result I desired. But other times, it seems that no matter how much I put into something, I fall far short of what I hoped. I know on the inside that if returns on work were effort based, I would have gotten what I hoped for. They say that you should always shoot for the moon, and even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. This time, I missed the moon, and missed the stars as well. I landed on the ground, and it feels like rock bottom.
Back in my room, crying, I laid on my bed and breathed deeply, trying to calm down. I turned on the radio. I don't even know what station it was. But of all songs, "Get Up" by Superchick (a band I haven't listened to since I was about ten) came on. The lyrics are as follows:
I'm not afraid to fall
It means I climbed up high
To fall is not to fail
You fail when you don't try
I'm not afraid to fall
I might just learn to fly and
I will spread these wings of mine
Chorus:
If I get up I might fall back down again
So let's get up come on
If I get up I might fall back down again
We get up anyway
If I get up I might fall back down again
So let's get up come on
If I get up I might fall back down again
And I might fall back down again
We'll just jump and see, even if it's the 20th time
we'll just jump and see if we can fly
I'm not afraid to fall
I've fallen many times
They laughed when I fell down
But I have dared to climb
I'm not afraid to fall
I know I'll fall again
But I will win this in the end
This is the moment when I realized that God really does have me in His hands. Always.
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