These are the ways we fail.
A forgotten conversation, a moment of hesitation, a focus divided.
We see the grand failures, clouds of ash and haunted eyes.
But we forget, both in stories and life, how it is the small missteps that ripple outwards to larger waves, greater tragedy.
I think of the split-second before I hit the ground.
I believe in the power of small failures.
When I write, I think of how those small moments add and subtract, weaving the background radiation of our lives.
Still, I remember also the moment after the fall.
When we rise, broken but proud, and take the small steps to move us forward.