the smell of soil in every pore

Life is life, nothing more nothing less. Life is merely life. Yes, you get knocked down and we are told to get back up again, bounce like something made of rubber. We are made of flesh and blood, weighted down by bone... and i can tell you know we certainly aren't made to bounce.

we fall and if it wasn't for our pride we may stay there.

I fell up the stairs this morning and i was up before i knew it. gathered my belongings, laughed it off and kept walking. Pride lets us bounce right back up, feeling the bruises on our legs later in order to prevent bruises on our pride.

But what happens when our pride can't lift us off the ground when our very bones have given up? When we've been knocked so hard we have a crash landing site in the soil around us?

a very good person once told me:
'When someone pushes you down, your friends give you a hand and help you up. Your best friend tells you to stay down and says "she's got it".'

And yes, it is your best friend that wants to bounce in place of your pride, and let you rest a while with the smell of soil in every pore. In times of need when life pushes you so hard you feel broken in every bone of your existence, you can rely on your best friend to let your rest and recoup while they fight off the dangers to your pride.

So I say regardless of where life takes you, ensure it takes you past some good people who you know will bounce for you when you need it. They are the only ones that can save your pride when life gives you the worst knocks.