[0129]

Apparently nothing in life lasts forever. No matter how euphoric a moment is, dejection is waiting right around the corner. It lurks in the shadows and waits for you to be in your most vulnerable state and kicks you right in the gut. No matter how many times this happens, that kick feels so foreign each time, like something utterly new yet abhorring to your senses. But perhaps that foreign feeling is a good sign. It shows you that no matter what happens, your soul looks to be optimistic each time. It gets kicked, recovers, and then rejects the notion that something like that would ever happen again. Everything comes with a price though. You gain optimism but lose the ability to discern between recurrences and one time occurrences. Ah, yet another downfall of this tragic thing called human nature.