Cursus

There have been times when I’m walking, and I’ll just trip. Over a carpet or a root or nothing at all.
And in that stutter step, before I fall, I’ll catch myself and start jogging. So in the off chance anyone saw me, I could at least play it off like it was intentional. Like I knew what I was doing the whole time.
You know what I’m talking about. I know you do. We’ve all done it.

And it makes me wonder how many good things have come into my life by chance. How many blessings I’ve stumbled into simply because I tripped and nearly fell.
How many times I’ve caught myself and played it off like I had any idea what I was doing.

Maybe if I didn’t take things slow, I wouldn’t be so far behind.
Maybe if I started running in the first place, I would have better coordination of myself.

It shouldn’t take a fall to get me into gear.

It shouldn’t take failure to push me to success.

I’ve tasted the dirt. I’ve skimmed my knees. I’ve been laughed at and had more hands pointed at me while I was down than hands offered to help me back up.

If I continue to take it slow, I may fumble. But I’ll catch myself. And no one will know how my heart skipped a beat. Or the fear I felt in that everlasting second.

But if I run,

If I face life and pursue goals,

I have no doubt that I will achieve so much more,

Even though the risk of tripping is still there.

Because I’d rather fall fast and fail hard
To at least know what I feels like to fly