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There's a certain point where progression is futile, where the strings that threaded the rope fray away and what's left is the concrete wall right in front of you. It is at these times when one can say, 'Wait, maybe this is the way it should be, there is no other way out so I'll move on.'

Logical, I think so. Appealing, I think not. There's only so much to hold on to, so many memories to replay in one's mind. When there's nothing tangible and palpable, the throat dries up faster than expected and extenuating circumstances get the best of you. It's what it is. Period.The world would say, 'deal with it.'

Acceptance of dry images and ideas is hard to swallow, but when one backs up and takes a look out of the square that one is in, life seems not too bad. There'll be other chances, other personas to admire, other times to cherish. Maybe not with that particular context but someplace else. The only thing left to do is smile,laugh it off, take a cool sip and reflect.

There are only so many 'what ifs,' and one day all that you left behind may seem a waste of time or quite the opposite. Sweetness after bitterness, the taste is overwhelming. Funnily enough the cherishment of one's own values and entire character creates the perfect ending. I am beautiful, maybe not to someone else but to me. And that's all that matters.