Life is the taste of disappointment. In yourself, in others, it assaults from every direction.
The self-disappointment is the worst because I should know better. I should always know better. I set myself up for it time and time again, internalizing others mistakes, finding their fault in myself.
This is how it's going to be. Is that not good enough?
No, it never is.
I claimed in a previous post I wanted to be hungry and foolish as the late Mr. Jobs advised.
I just want to sated and unhurt.
