Some people peak early and then lost all drives.
They get to where they want to be, excelling all the way to their destination, and be successful from the viewpoint of others.
Then something get to them.
Maybe it's tiredness.
Maybe it's boredom.
Maybe they just got too comfortable and stop striving.
Whatever the reason is, they stop being where they were.
They soared, up and above everyone else and they tumble down just as magnificently.
Or maybe not, maybe their fall from grace is as slowly as their rise were.
But they fell.
Perhaps you'd think that all of them would be saddened by this.
Perhaps you'd think they'd be miserable.
But you might not know that that isn't the case for all of them.
Because for some the top was too tiring.
And some, some are happily dancing their days away in the less brightened area.
It's okay. Some fallen angels are happy living with us mortals.