For the first cognitive time, I truly understood how and why people become bitter and cynical, for myself, an obsession quelled;
warranted by experience.
             Indeed, there lies meaning in failure, relief in disappointment, and, if I may, a perfection in pain that serves as justification of an otherwise inconsequential existance..
            Thus, there is hope in desperation, there must be, I believe, as the enduring motivation of the human spirit.