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"There's something about falling so many times that the floor starts to feel like home." ~ X

The worst kind of failure isn't the one that knocks you down. It's the one that teaches you to stay down.

You've failed so much that you slowly begin to comply with it, you stop expecting things to work out, you stop dreaming as loudly, you stop trying as hard because, somehow, you've convinced yourself that disappointment is simply your portion. It's like discovering there's a basement beneath rock bottom, and deciding to furnish it.

At first, every setback hurts. You cry, you question everything, you promise yourself you'll never let it happen again. Then it happens again. And again. Then one day, you don't even react anymore. You just dust yourself off and think, "Here we go again."

It's funny how humans can adapt to almost anything, even disappointment.

Maybe that's why some people never leave the floor. Not because they enjoy being there, but because familiarity has a funny way of disguising itself as comfort. You spend so much time surviving that you forget there was a version of you that expected more.

The scary part is not the fall, it's getting comfortable there. Sometimes life throws punches you never saw coming. Other times, your own mistakes leave you on the ground. Either way, the floor was only ever meant to catch you, never to keep you.

In the words of Olive Lane, "It's alright to cry. Make a mess if you have to. But in the end, make sure you get back up."

Dearest reader, if your world feels like it's collapsing, and rock bottom has somehow started to feel comfortable, rest if you must. Cry if you need to. Just don't mistake a resting place for a permanent address.

Because no matter how familiar the floor feels, it was never built for you to live on.

Get up again.

@favvy_Okwans🖤.