fail beautifully.

To widen into the borders of desire, means to realize the weight of what  was left outside. When the truth behind  the greed  stares back with wide eyes through the cracks of our fortress, the human heart begins to teach. Within the language of the lecture, hard-earned momentum is halted. The salt of blood, sweat and tear crack the ego's shell and the rumble and smoke of an engine babied so dear comes to a stop. A deafening stillness is revealed from the rubble. "This is it", we say to ourselves, hands still gripping the wheel, "I have failed." The truth is, failure is the inability to witness the beauty  of quiet rivers; their gentle ripples that track to and from our chest; the valleys so deep,  yet incredibly sweet; the inevitable deaths; the sensuality of an ever oscillating rhythm. So, fail beautifully. Face a challenge with grace in the place of resistance. Anchor into the alchemy of infinity, and trust that where one force no longer moves, another sets sail in its place. Fall into the endings, crash and burn into the beauty of beginning again.

Fail beautifully.