I remember a time when I was a child and I fell off the monkey bars at school, biting through my lower lip. I am sure I cried, for a time, but what I remember most is getting right back up there, not wanting to miss out on any of the fun.
When we were children, we had no qualms about getting right back on the bike after having fallen off. Why are things so different as adults? Why do we become afraid? What exactly is it that we fear? Is it the fear of failure? The fear of not being accepted? The fear of not being good enough?
What of love? When one relationship falters, why do we spend so much time reflecting on it, rather than just getting back up on the monkey bars? After all, there certainly are plenty of monkeys out there!
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