My mom texts me:
Your sister fell in the routine and now her team probably isn't going to win
I say:
I'm sure it'll all work out
Two seconds later she sends back:
Glad you are
I tell her:
It's not the end of the world

But to myself I think that maybe it could be the end of the world if you let it be, if you decided to make it so, if you just didn't wake up the next morning, if you let everything slip

away.