The Pheonix (revised)

Sometimes it's hard to pick yourself up from the ground.
Know you are not the only one.

Some things are what they are and there is nothing you can do about it. No matter what you feel or what they may mean to you, they end up being as clear as black and white.

You can "trully, madly, deeply" love someone that doesn’t love you and you can’t change that; just as you can be loved by someone you can’t feel anything for but flattered.

You can prepare, account for, make plans – and still be surprised in the worst way.

In the end you repeat to yourself day in day out to stop day dreaming because some things just aren’t real; and then you see other people living out what you imagined – just not you. The truth is you can’t always get what you want no matter how hard you want it or fight for it – no matter how “possible” and “reachable” it may seem, It’s just Not Going to Happen

It does feel like a death. It has no return, no coming back. It’s a done deed. A dead end.

What to do then? Grief like it was the death of someone precious to you: the death of yourself. Then be re-born – more cynical as it may be – but restart; you are still alive anyway, you might as well try to make the best of it.