The Irony.

The major letdown has to be the desire to move on and be optimistic about life but the slight bleep of a consolation call just does not arrive. To stay put and pray satirizes the very glimpse of hope that one could possibly muster after many unfortunate series of events. The wait for death will not come so easily. Perhaps it is what they call life. The capacity of hope is under attacked by the unexpected nonchalance as the world spins day and night in its cycle; totally unaware of how one decision would ignite another bout of beginnings. Une nouvelle vague. All the what-ifs remain possibilities and options. How exciting. It seeps away with each insignificant moment. Why?