Another emotional unloading. Another failure. Another lost cause. Seems like this is all I ever write about. The broody moody side of life.

Do disappointments never seem to end? Well, once you put everything in perspective, life is full of disappointments. Full of the fragile thing us mortals call hope. Hope only ends up in disappointment. We always hope for the best. The optimist in us clings to hope. But the truth is, hope is for the weak. Hope is a human invention... We deceive ourselves into believing that the things we want will happen. It prolongs the torments of man. We can't give up hope, I'm often told. But the cynic in me tells me that I can't hope for things to happen. I have to make them happen.

So, in a way, I'm glad I met you. I'm glad it further instilled in me the belief that hope is for daydreamers. If we learn nothing else in life, we learn that we make our own fates and our own choices. And my choice is to move on. Just another notch on this journey we call life. I know I'm destined for bigger and better things in life. Thank you for making me see that. One last thing. I 'hope' we will see each other again. :)