On behalf of all the disappointed

Part of life is to rebel against reality and cross its boundaries without worry about what will happen or be said. Part of life is to buy the laughter of light for the darkness of the frowning face. Part of life is to bet on what you think is yours, run after it, surround it with a fence of peace, defend it, fight for it, then in the end realize how it is not yours. Part of life is to believe in storms despite the destruction they leave behind, to stand in the face of their hurricanes, to hold your ground — even as people around you are flying away.