Dealing with disappointments (yet again) takes out more strength than I can possibly afford now. It robs me of hope to keep moving forward and joy to believe that a better tomorrow holds.
Bleak. Yes, that pretty much describes it.
Pain. That too.
There are only so many blows one can take in the boxing ring of life. After the quota is met, the fighter passes out. It might be temporary or it can be blunt force trauma, forever terminating his fighting spirit.
If he recovers, though the process be arduous,all is good because we live to see another day, another sunrise and sunset, children playing and laughing, a chance to do good.
If he doesn't, there is a mourning, albeit temporarily. Maybe a celebration for a life well-lived (for the most part at least) and then, there will be a new child born to carry on.
Hence, the cycle of life.
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