You were not made to rise endlessly.

Even nature rests.
Even the tide returns.

Sometimes you fall.

Sometimes you break down, burn out, unravel.

And you think,
“This must be the end.”

But the fall is not failure.
It is movement.
It is sacred interruption.

Falling teaches you what you’re made of. 

What you need.
What no longer fits.

Let yourself land. Let the quiet hold you.

You are not broken.
You are not behind. 

You are simply between.

And soon, you will rise.