Sometimes I feel like my life is a game of Jenga. When I was a little kid and carefree, the tower was tall and strong. And now with each bad thing that comes my way, a block gets pulled out. You never know what will happen after the block gets pulled out, but you know that it will leave a hole. Sometimes you think that for sure, this will be the thing to make the tower fall, but somehow it remains standing. It is weaker than ever before, but it still stands. But a Jenga tower can only take so much, and so can I. And it doesn't take much for it all to come crumbling down. Just a small little tap. And I am terrified of what will happen when my tower falls.
But it has to be rebuilt. If and when my tower falls I have to find a way to rebuild it. Because the truth about life is that everyone’s tower is going to fall, probably more than once. And it’s up to them if they want to keep it that way or not.
When everything you know and love begins crumbling around you, putting it back together seems like the hardest thing in the world. But it is the only way to go on.