why do good things require so much work,
so much time, so much space,
so much pain, with so much
at stake ?
does pain always teach, always lead,
to something beautiful?
is there any sense
in suffering ?
or just an occasion to bleed, emotionally leak,
deplete one’s source of spark,
and make one’s mark in the
race to bleach one’s glow ?
is there no way we can find joy in losing ?
isn’t giving up an option for a reason?
must we always hold on ?
Hasn’t success
sometimes
contributed
to a false
belief
in
what
it
takes
to
be
successful ?
Diary of a Wanderer 
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