beyond the ajar oyster

why do we pursue the uncertain, ponder the unimportant, imagine the vague possibilities and linger around the seemingly impossible.

and if so comes the miraculous event that we succeed, only to realise that nothing is promised and everything that you have worked towards has proven unstable or worse, a misconception, what do we do next?

some may argue that it is the journey that makes you stronger and perhaps wiser.
but somewhere in your head you are convinced that it was simly a waste of time.

we remain stubborn don't we?

i find myself in this totally berserk predicament. it's silly really to persue this spec of hope of possibility when the answer is really staring right at your face.

to put to bed i'd say i just never say it coming or ever suspect that it would happen to thyself.