Repetition is not failure. Ask the waves, ask the leaves, ask the wind.
A love astounds us or a pain consumes us and we forget that we glow on our own.
We are broken open, or we willfully shed.
We think that accomplishing things will complete us, when it is experiencing life that will.
The journey is made easier when we can accept that the process of living is designed for what matters to come through us tenderly.
Walk long enough and we all trade places.