Maybe things happen the way they do because we are all just a little bit afraid. If fear is what is stopping us from doing the most important things in our lives then why are we so frightened? We put ourselves at this disadvantage point between being a believer or a non-believer in hope until we succeed our past selves. Practically intoxicated we are unable to rewrite the things we have done but in the end we are mortified when we think about what we have done. Are we then professed as the parents of “big mistakes”? Big fuck-ups in which we could have prevented but it turns out that we were too scared to begin with. Half the time we sit around and mope, tell others about what we did, talk about what they did all because we want each other to know our pain. Yet to that same avail, is it really all our pain that we suffer from? Or do we in fact pleasure ourselves off of the suffering of others, not necessarily in terms of us feeding off of those who have victimized us but those who come to us for emotional support.

Recollecting memories is one of our biggest pastimes and as it seems, nothing has changed all that much—we may walk around with a different perception of the way things are (in this case, falling in love), thinking that we are all unique individuals but in the end we are all searching for the same thing—a piece of mind. We count the years in which we are alone, and count the days in which we are saddled up and in the arms of someone other than our teddy bears. And we cry, we cry so damn hard until our eyes refuse to produce anything else but shards of saline. We despise ourselves and the criminals for days but what happens when the criminal himself was afraid too? There is always a sheer possibility that maybe, in spite of you, which he was in fact fearful as well—not of losing you but of losing himself and taking you with him. “Don’t lose hope,” our friends say, but what else can we lose if not ‘hope’? A life of self-loathing and doubt is what lies ahead of us for the next six months of our precious lives until someone comes along and “breaks” us or “break-ups” us out of our monogamous loop. We are either so intertwined with ourselves or someone else that we fail to realize the things that are going on around us—our significant others become our social life, our personal life, and after they are gone, well, they become us and take us with them.

We do however have a choice, we can remain pessimistic, which is what most of us like to do for weeks on end, or we can settle our minds and do something productive. For those of us that DO believe in fate … if we meet someone, and they are truly someone, then they are destined to remain in our lives forever. Once your paths have crossed it just becomes a silk thread in the ever growing web of life (and lies). So no, don’t throw away the key to your heart because if you do, then all you've ever tried so hard for will become nothing but a part of our favorite pastime. Recovery is something that all humans can do, no matter how hurtful the injury is and if we don’t heal then we don’t but we do move on.   

Second chances still exist.