We all go through life protecting ourselves.
Shielding ourselves from harm, avoiding fear, side stepping situations that cause panic to rise in our throats.
We run from the source of our tears… and we sprint away from our fears
If you dig a little deeper into these journeys, often were only running from one thing
And what do they say?
Pride comes before a fall
So are we running full pelt, to stop ourselves from tripping on something painful, only to fall flat on our face anyway?
Are we running away and standing up, over the very places where we should be face down in the mud?
Protecting yourself and those you love is wise
But protecting your pride is foolish
Maybe we should get our faces in the mud? Whenever we find ourselves standing up in it. IF standing up right feels like the last thing we really wanna do.
When we fall we break bones, and we catch germs that hurt us, just like kids. Kids learn from these falls, and they develop antibodies from those nasty germs, that make them even stronger next time they trip…
Don’t be one of those adults who never become weaker or stronger due to fear of denting your pride
Life is short, get stuck in the mud! or stagnate on your feet…