The glory of bouncing back to life

Life sometimes can take us on a path so winding, it is difficult to imagine how to go home again. It's when we want to be left alone, to wallow in our self-pity perhaps or just to be in the state of being. Life happens, it happens. It's not easy. Especially when all thoughts are making you so tired it's difficult to concentrate. It's like having been bashed with a metaphorical baseball bat. Physical weariness is something difficult to combat. Mental weariness is even more difficult. But both are difficult to tackle. We are born inexperienced, and experience is what makes us the people we are now. And each time we get a bashing, we battle and try to rise again. Because "Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall" - Confucious