Every now and then life falls into place for me. At some point during the day, life always falls into place. Not for long, but I still feel proud of myself when I catch up.
Like, what I mean is, when you were little and you were walking with your parents. You would invariably fall behind, you couldn’t keep up with their long confident strides and you would fall behind. But you would always catch up, and for two steps and a moment in time your steps would imitate theirs. You’d fall into pace and move in time beside them as one. And then, not a moment later, you would fall behind again. I get that. I feel that everyday. This is ok. We’re getting there. We’re still learning to walk. We’ll catch up one day. Just keep trying, and walk with a purpose.