| And it will be mostly my own fault, because I have disregarded any and all warnings, because I chose not to heed common sense, and I chose not to use a safety rope, and I decided it was once and for all and all the way.
Happy or bust, and I meant it, and mean it still, and aimed for it, and aim still, and struggled and struggle still. All or none and I haven't quite all but I've more than none and still, I've only just begun.
When I fall, it will be fast and sure, because this is the way I have decided to do things, with strength and finality. It will be my own foolishness, for having chosen this as my folly.
Those who aim for perfection are more likely to fall, and I knew this going in, and I knew this going up, and I knew this plodding on, I knew that sure as day I will fall, and I will fall fast and hard.
When the highs are high, the lows are real low and this profundity dances 'cross my teleprompter as often as does the other line, the one that tells me I will fall fast and hard and final. | 
