Marathon for Hope

It's really hard to be this way, to feel finality but cannot do anything about it, cannot adequately express it, and can only compare it to similar feelings I've had before.

It really never gets any easier. No matter how big the heartbreak or how deep the disappointment, it still stings just the same (if not worse). The anxiety of knowing your days are numbered, and you'll need to figure out your next game plan, where to stay, what to do, how to feel better (more than just waiting) ... and, for some, how to pick up where you left off.

And why would I want to subject myself to it over and over again?
Just for the simple hope that things will get better as long as I try.