To fall or not to fall?

What that doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I believe in that. I'm still searching for happiness but am slowly starting to accept the fact that happiness is everywhere if you stop looking. Maybe happiness lies in tolerance and maybe it lies in the simple everyday acts of our life. This are things no one ever teach us but rather knowledge that we acquire through the surroundings. Every wrong turn you take will make you stop and think before you make the next. Every adversity life puts you through will make you stronger for the next. And every wrong person you meet will just make you closer to meeting the right. Or is it? But, what happens when you can't read through their intentions or their exterior? What happens when you are too afraid to fall just because you are terrified that the person that is suppose to catch you will let you go forever? What happens then?