It's never failure, just different paths.

A blank canvas. An empty space. A hole that needs to be filled. The figure skater in me is on her way. Freedom is awaiting. Speed accelerating. Movements are flowing, taking up space, exploding and growing. Lightness and calm. See me! See what I can do! Beautiful. Advanced. Elegant and clean. But something is sneaking up. A millisecond of doubt and the fall is a fact. A failure. Is my pride, joy and sense of freedom gone? No. This is where it starts. The curiosity of what is on the other side. On the other side of the wrongs I am doing. The passion and playfulness is growing. What could this be? What is down here? Down here where the gravitation has me in its claws. A new sense of freedom is taking form.