On Screwing Up

Once in a while we lose our way. It's that crazy one hundred eighty degree turn from fine to failure. We don't know how we got there, or maybe sometimes we do. Somewhere along the road we took a wrong turn. We spiral out of control. There's only free fall from that point. Crash.

In picking up those broken pieces of whom we are, we form ourselves anew - still the same yet rediscovered. We become aged and imperfect, like an antique, made all the more priceless. 

In losing ourselves, we find ourselves once more.