George Bernard Shaw once wrote;
'There are two tragedies in life: one is to lose your heart's desire, the other is to gain it.'
As far as I’m concerned, Shaw was wrong.
'Cause you know what? Tragedies happen.
What're you going to do, give up?
Quit?
No.
I realize now that when your heart breaks, you got to fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive. 'Cause you are, and that pain you feel: it's life. The confusion and fear.. that's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better. And that something is worth fighting for.
This year, I almost got everything I wanted and everything I wished for.. but, in a way, in the end I lost even more. I lost what I already had, and also what I had just begun to live for.
And in the end it all hurts just the same.
