88.

It’s never how we want

And rarely how we hope.

When how things are show themselves,

Escaping from the shadow and deceit of what we thought,

We can sink down into the vacated darkness

Or swim against the tar-like tide,

Resisting the shackles of what could easily be.

A life is never lived without regret and fear

It’s never whole unless we embrace what we wish we’d let go

We can’t live without the spectre of death dragging behind us, shackled to our dreams knowing it will eventually win

But live we do

And try we do

And hope we do

Because when the only certainty is the end

All we have is to begin.

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