I ignored one simple truth. My eyes were closed, and I mistook falling for flying. One flight after another made me forget how hard the ground could be. Each new flight erased the memory of the last fall, even the pain, once the bruises faded. I leaned against a wall I had built on nothing but luck, forgetting that the two sides of a coin are never the same. But my pride still stands. And this time, I won't drown again...