So here I am thinking about my many failures, sometimes they weighed me down. Sometimes I sank in too deep i felt my life would continuously be sinking sand.
There is a tiny little mustard seed called hope. There is even a tiny peekle feckle thing called faith.. and it is both the absence of what you can hold tangibly in your arms, and something you have never tasted in your mouth.. yet,they say it can move mountains.
And maybe it did. It moved mine. And maybe prayers propelled it even further.
Point is..never give up. Never wallow . Even when you stumble don’t fall.
So what if you did? . You can also rise up.
No..not like one whose life has ended but about to begin.
No don’t walk. Jog!.
Okay,stop jogging. How about you run.?