We are meant to fall in life, meant to fail, built to mistake,and destined with our own trappings. We climb our ladders, lay our stones, settle into our spirituality, and rarely think of our homes. Homes which we've created for ourselves. We fall down, we disappoint, we fail.
Yet, this suffering is necessary ... we must hurt in order to discover, in order to achieve. So will I suffer this year? Likely. How will I ache? For love, for loss?
I am not built for pain: my hips are thin and legs weak ... Too much weight and I'll collapse, fall into the sea. And there I'll drown waiting for you. Waiting on a ship that'll come too late, listing badly.
Thus when I fall I must fall upwards, into the sun, and there I will stay. Baking in the light of a trillion hydrogen rays.