And thus a journey that began with hopes ended in but a whimper. Life always deals in alternates with time; does it not? And when luck makes you skip the alternates of a certain kind, that is when fate kicks in. For people who hope for too much, people like me, the better alternates usually seem missing, time after time, for the same aspects. And should you then lose faith and give-up, or should you reason that life is such and you must keep stumbling? We all have a secret wish that our time shall come, and if we grab our time, we will meet the alchemist, or we will reach our journey's destination. But until then, what does one do; stay still and keep on the look-out, keep fighting and earn failures, and look for something else with a degree of risk of losing the sight of the opportunity which shall lead us to our goal?
Alas! The fortunes of the bravest
Shan't ever better their own destiny;
For when the hand falls, the shadows cry,
And meanders moral morale merrily.
Undo my shackles so I may see
The valleys of dark, the mountains of light;
And bloom into my own marigold
Or fall to the dust and become blind.
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