Pick me up

Life , some say is a never ending journey , but in my 'young' years on this speck in the universe we call home, I've found that life should best be described as a never ending lesson. One wrought with challenging tasks, lots of homework and chores, unexpected surprises and the occasional reward for good behaviour. 

They say you don't learn how to walk without stumbling, you never really learn how to ride a bike till you've scraped a knee or two (multiple times if your knees have a predilection for gravity) and in a way, you can't really live life to the fullest without realizing that you're dying a little every day (makes time all the more precious). 

The past days have been emotional rollercoaster rides, akin to those little 'classroom challenges' that a creative teacher occasionally conjures to spice things up in an otherwise dreary routine. In the course of this exercise of faith , tenacity and sheer will, I admit to have been felled. God, do grant me the strength to pick myself up again, brush off the bruises and let these fading scars remain my medals for 'things-that-made-me-stronger-at-the-expense-of-sanity'.. Amen