This is one of those moments. Undeniably. One of those times where you have to relearn how to walk again, because the ground beneath you isn't quite flat. Or level. Things seemed so much simpler back before this, but now I've been forced to open my eyes. Failure, rejection, disappointment... humility... There are two options: to complain or to grow. Of course, growing does not come without pain. Or sacrifice. Great things don't come without great risk. I could pick myself up, bruised and tired, and appreciate my new perspective. Strength is a funny thing... bones are strong when they can bend without breaking... yet your heart is strong when it can break yet still beat. This is one of those moments. Those heart-breaking moments. You can push against the world only so long before you find the world hasn't moved, but if that's all you know, you push. And you walk a little more carefully, testing your limits and stretching your resolve. Fall down, and scrape yourself off the ground once again, a little more focused, a little more conscious. Maybe one day I'll be able to keep my eyes open. The light can't lead you if your eyes are closed.