I lost my footing while scaling the edge of life’s rooftop. With the intention of being free, the excitement of being independent, and seeing the world in a new way, I was distracted by something gorgeous. The most endearing of light, the purest form of bliss that mankind has ever seen. As humans, we seek acceptance. We strive for validation and bend ourselves in unimaginable ways, even if for a mere taste of happiness. As I lost my footing while scaling the edge of life’s rooftop, frantically reaching for something to save me, I felt the hand of an angel. A rush; a foreign feeling raced through me. As scary as life is, this sudden jolt of fear; of something new, was more welcomed than anything I had ever been familiar with. In life, we contradict ourselves. We seek progression while fearing change; It’s the ultimate Catch 22. Our mind and our hearts mesh to create the most intricate labyrinth; an inescapable Hell. However, despite the heat, the goal isn’t to break free from the glowing red chains that melt  scars into our skin. The goal is to become use to the pain, proud of the melted flesh, and be ready to take on any challengers that step into our paths. We’re conditioned to think that we must change who we are to make the world a better place, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. We fight to be capable of adapting the world around us to fit our needs, not the other way around. So as I was pulled up onto the rooftop of life again, a newfound appreciation for all around me was formed. I looked for the angel that saved me, but they were not within reach. But for the rest of time, as each grain of sand slips through the crevice of the barbed wire hourglass, I’ll know that I’m being watched and protected by something; by someone. And with that knowledge, how can I fall again?