You stumble and trip, doing your hardest to stay on your feet while you make mistakes and blunders. Meanwhile, everyone else seems to glide. Not a step out of place. Every flick of the race perfectly timed. Each glance synchronized with the very cosmos.
That’s just how life is. I’m sorry.
I can promise you something, though.
Years from now, you’ll look back at the ebb and flow of all those jerky movements, all those twists and turns, all the times you swore you’d fall on your face, the occasions when you did fall on your face, and you’ll see how they connect. It’s then when you’ll know peace.
Someday, you’ll look back and see that you made a dance as unique as you are.
And there’s beauty in that.