I still like to believe that it was better than nothing. The only bitter part of the reality is that whatever you envisioned to be the future, turns out to be a page in the play book that didn’t get played on the stage.

To announce an ending to something that you have poured so much time and effort in is painful. You have to be the person to pull the plug, you have to give that one final act – though you probably want to avoid – you have to stand there with everything reminding you how bad you fumbled this, again.

I like to imagine a better world where everything is black and white, where we don’t have to worry about the liquidity of our perception or experience. Things would be a lot easier to comprehend if we could just put on a label on it and never have to think about it again.

I lost, again. For some people, I’m a disappointment. For some, villain of the story. I don’t know yet how I’m going to write the next chapter, I just silently hope that whatever makes me so painful right now would end, a little bit earlier.