Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. August 27th was a Friday.
Expectations. Reality.
We have all suffered this discrepancy.., some of us more often than others. Everyone has a small hidden cabin deep in the recesses of our mind where we escape to when reality bites. We all dwell in fantasy at one some point and to some degree.
Some of us, however, spend the majority of our waking hours isolated in our mind cabins. Some of us leave our fantasies only as a reminder of the disappointments that reality holds, day in and day out.
Yesterday's disappointment, however, was a particularly bitter one.
(slowly letting go of the hope for alignment)
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