One loss at a time...

In about a week I shall come here and tell you a story of failure. I shall share with you how I got myself in over my head and how I stumbled beneath the pressure of juggling every ball thrown my way. But it will not be a sad story, yet a triumphant one. A story where I will learn the value of making mistakes, the value of failure, and the value of climbing out of the gutter. Until then I shall keep silent. Only whispering about circumstances currently drowning my existence. I will kneel and succumb to the inevitable realisation that I have reached too far, and demanded more than I'll ever be able to get. But do not cry or worry, for as you know better than anyone, I, or better yet, we have survived so much worse, and the thought of what we still have to endure, makes me laugh at the sense of despair.