What happens when a building's foundation crumbles, when it all comes tumbling down? What happens when a person loses that which is most dear to them? The answer is not the ominous monster that it's made out to be. Things simply begin anew. Buildings can be rebuilt and hearts can be reforged - it happens all the time.
We are an incredibly resilient species. Despite our lack of obvious physical defenses (retractable claws, poison venom, night vision, various other badassery, etc) we have survived. Not only against mother nature but against each other as well. We are infused with a raw tenacity that emboldens us to continue standing, defiant to defeat.
But all things must, and will, come to pass. We will eventually stumble, and fall. Far too many seem to mark this as the end, and while that may be true, it is also the beginning. For the most incredible thing is not in our greatest moment of strength, but rather in our most debilitating moment of weakness. When all is lost, we make the choice to start over and try again.
Success and failure are two faces belonging to the same entity, part of the same cycle. I see so many who believe these things act as separate individuals; they do not. They cannot exist without each other and part of obtaining one is acknowledging/accepting the presence of the other. Do not run from loss, and do not dwell in gain.
So know that things will always balance themselves out, always return to equilibrium. The next time you are up, do not fight the inevitable descent. Embrace it as a part of your next rising. The next time you are down, look up and know that you soar again.
Perhaps sooner than you think.
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