As inevitable as spilling coffee on yourself before work,
as telling the woman at the concession stand to enjoy the movie too,
as dropping the overpriced mug you just bought on the hard tile floor,
as checking his instagram the day after you breakup,
as bleeding through the tampon,
as sleeping though the alarm,
as ruining the white shirt,
tripping on the crack
forgetting the name
deleting the draft
arriving late —
Yes. You are going to fail in these ways and much, much worse.
But here’s the catch, the redemptive loophole, the end left open for your own interpretation:
Your potential is more resilient than your failure.
Bend, stretch, bounce your soul — beauty lingers there yet.