Again and Again

So here I am, another year older but not necessarily any wiser. Some things, you just don't learn because some things just don't change. Heartache, for instance, or disappointments.  And I can't help but wonder if that’s how I am supposed to live. I have jumped another number, gathered a few more memories, but it’s still the same story, just a different man. I wonder if that’s what growing old is  - becoming unhappier with each passing year. May be.  Perhaps it is not about the heartaches we face but the repetition of them that makes it challenging to have faith. When we are younger, we go through terrible things but our young spirits help us make it through thinking that there is always another tomorrow, that we have our whole lives ahead of us and we’ll do just fine. But somehow it is hard to hold on to that belief as we grow old. We are running out of time and energy, and some times, the light. I am exhausted.

And this is how it always ends... Alone.