Finding a new line

We can only hope that somewhere along the lines we can meet up again. Make amends, start anew on the newly forged path. But when the line falls crooked, and all you can do is fall, what do you do? Do you continue to glide along and endure its bumps and pushes, hoping that at some point it will stop. Or do you endeavor to defy its metaphoric gravity, and push with all your spiritual might to realign the lines of fate. Inevitably, the laws of the universe dictate that you will fall, and when you do society chooses to look down on you, until you crumble and lay sprawled across that floor. Is that the bottom? The inevitable end...the unsavory truth..The Bottom Line.