I was at the beach earlier today.
During my time in the ocean, I noticed how all the waves were different.
(Obviously)
Each wave had a different effect on me.

Most hardly effected me.
Then there were the ones that would take me a few steps back.
One hit me rather hard, took some of my breath away.
Ah,
        but the ones I remember, those would lift you up if you jumped with them. So high they would take you...but you know what the thing about letting something lift you is?
       Most never stay with you. Most never continue holding you up.
  
   You fall.

The most comforting thing is this.
You get better at landing each time.
Maybe one day you won't have to fall.
One day you will stay up.