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I learned a life lesson falling down today. And by falling down, it was literally falling down. I haven't fallen down for a long time, and this time, it woke me up. I was in leggings, I felt a little stinging pain on my knees and I thought I would be fine since they were covered. Obviously, I was not. Within five minutes, blood was seeping through my leggings and I knew that it wasn't just a scrape.
As much as I thought I was protected, I wasn't. The thin layer of cloth from my leggings was like the seemingly barrier I had built after Frank. I thought I was conditioned for heartbreaks and resistant to sadness, but I was wrong. No matter how much you protect yourself, when you fall, you'll always get hurt. The only way to not allow such things to occur was to watch out for myself. The fall might have been cushioned a small insignificant fraction, or perhaps protected the wound, but ultimately, I was hurt.
I'm not talking about the physical fall anymore.
As much as I thought I was protected, I wasn't. The thin layer of cloth from my leggings was like the seemingly barrier I had built after Frank. I thought I was conditioned for heartbreaks and resistant to sadness, but I was wrong. No matter how much you protect yourself, when you fall, you'll always get hurt. The only way to not allow such things to occur was to watch out for myself. The fall might have been cushioned a small insignificant fraction, or perhaps protected the wound, but ultimately, I was hurt.
I'm not talking about the physical fall anymore.