Rise Up

Honestly I thought this blog would be easy to write. I was going to base it off the quote “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall” by Confucius. Earlier this week I posted a more contemporary quote from Rocky with a similar tone. I love the lesson. I love thinking of how standing up after a trial is our real victory. As I’ve thought about it, and wrote two entire blog posts about stuff I realized it’s hard to stand up when we don’t even know if we’ve fallen.

Falling seems like such and easy thing to know. It’s when we’ve failed at something right? It’s when we tried and didn’t succeed. It’s when we pushed ourselves as hard as we could but couldn’t reach our goals. Falling was a moment we could recall, a goal not in our hands, a person we aimed to be, but we’re not.

Falling is deeper then that. Falling is depression. Falling is when we look at our life and ask why we don’t seem any more then a mediocre being. Falling is seeing ourselves as a single ant in a colony, one the world wouldn’t miss if we happened to get squished by the big people in the sky. Falling is being swallowed up in a sorrow we can’t define, in a hurt that we know is no ones fault so all we can blame is ourselves.

The hardest part about these types of falls is there is no moment, no indication of how we’ve suddenly ended up three steps down from where we stood a moment earlier. All we know is suddenly we’re looking up at our own foot prints wondering if they’re really ours. Wondering if we only imaged being that high on the staircase of success.

We did stand there. Those are our footprints above us.

Sometimes we need to take a breather. Sometimes we need a snack to give us more energy. Sometimes we need a friend to reach out and remind us of where we once stood, and where we can stand again. Whatever we need to get there, our greatest glory is in rising. We are here to become the best us possible. We become the best us, when we push forward and stand up. If you need a friend, I’m here. If you need to vent to someone, Marco Polo me. No one should stand alone. If anyone feels that way, I’ll stand next to you. I’m not going to agree with everyone’s life choices, but I agree with everyone’s choice to live.