Sometimes hope is not realized.
I was afraid to hope too hard. Was this a premonition, or caution, or fear from too many hopes not realized in my past? Or some silly lie that all things one wants too badly never come to be?
Whatever. I am walking down disappointment street. It is dark and I am tired.
Life around me still seems to go on as if nothing has happened so I guess I will get back on the treadmill and keep up as best I can again.
No – maybe I will not let the treadmill wear me down. I will choose to keep on doing my best at my own speed on the path I am on now and see what the rest of life brings. One hope unachieved can be replaced with new ones. It will take some work but I think this suits me better.