Snafu

Over the weekend, there was this pang of rejection that washed over me again for the fourth time.
Don't ask me why, when or how. I won't be telling anyone anything.
The bubbles that I've been creating around me seems to be bursting one by one.
Things seems to be getting more and more further away with each step I take forward to grasp tightly of the current situation.
The reasons for achieving my goal seems to be getting more ambiguous.
But I know that I will strive harder at my next attempt.
We have to make our own mistakes, we have to learn our own lessons.
We have to sweep today's possibilities under tommorrow's rug until we can't anymore, until we finally understand ourselves.
That knowing is better then wondering, that waking is better then sleeping.
And even the biggest failure, even the worse most intractable mistake beats the hell out of never trying.