Try Again

I have failed more times than I can count, but I remind myself that those failures are proof that I got back up and tried.

To get further and find better, I cannot remain stagnant; I have to take the step, knowing irrefutably that the risk of failure cannot be denied.

But if I stay where I am and try to avoid added disappointment, though that position may create fewer unknowns, I’m not convinced it feels any less than defeat.

Success or failure, moving is traction; it produces opportunities for learning and growing, so even if I don’t land where I want to be, isn't that something greater to achieve?

I pause momentarily, knowing every soldier takes the time to rest and regather their strength to brace themselves for the next chapter ahead.

My pursuit is the journey that will have twists and turns, but if I deny myself its path, I think I miss out on the chance for a life I believe is optimally led.

I will fall and sometimes want to give up, but I know that means I am trying and choosing traction; I don’t believe in some carefully planned twist of fate.

I believe in human ambition and the effects of trial and error. When it breaks, I can reflect and know I gave it my all. The greatest part? I get to pick myself up and try again.