Hitting the floor, happens.
It’s what we do afterwards, that defines us…
You have to collect yourself. You have to dig deep, and pull yourself up…
I know it’s hard. I’ve been there…
It takes immeasurable strength. But. It can be done. And it makes the next fall, something that you know that you can sustain…
Do you want to spend your life, on the floor?
I don’t. I refuse to…
Push yourself up, and splash some water on your face.
My heart aches, thinking of you on the floor.
You get up. Not just because of you. You get up, because of others too…
Do you think any of your fellow jellies, want to see you defeated, and lying on the floor?
Hell NO…
Dig deep, and get off of the floor. Don’t you dare, let life keep you down. Take some deep breaths, and push yourself up.
Don’t make me cry, for you. Make me proud…
Get up. And fight…
Fight your fear, and pain. And get your ass up. You can do it…
You can’t help dropping. I get that. Trust me… But. You CAN’T give up…. You get up. And remember, that people love you.
You can do it… It may take a few minutes, but then, you pull up the powerful, smart person you really are, and fucking get that victory.
You are not alone. You are loved.
Don’t EVER forget that….
You get up, and you find a way, to keep going. Don’t surrender, to this universe.
You are more powerful, and important, than you may realize.
I know that we are thousands of miles away, but my hand, is always here…
There are times when I may need your hand…
Keep hope alive.
Peace n love….
You MUST find the strength to get up. To keep going.