We walk a lifetime and lose our treasures. But in the end our fortune is measured by our fading scars. Without our failure there's no redemption. And so we take our chances to fall and rise with equal grace. God bless our mistakes. Let our bubbles break.
Let us be thankful for our foolish pride. The air between us is filled with silence. Our words were never spoken from fear of our rejection. So tell your stories and ask your questions. Regrets are made for losing. Embrace our imperfections.