"There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it" ~ George Bernard Shaw

This quote have always been a personal favourite of mine. It was written by George Bernard Shaw a playwright and socialist. He wrote this for one of his scripts, I don't know for which and honestly, I don't care...

Tragedies, a word commonly derived from disaster, which leads to pain and suffering. And that what life is all about, its about enduring all the pain and suffering that comes your way. When I first heard of this quote, I always though that getting you heart's desire was a tragedy because later when you lose it, you lose a part of yourself as well and that is heartbreaking. But recently, I found another form of tragedy. That tragedy is finding out that whatever desire you receive is not true as you hope it to be. That whatever you were feeling or felt was just a deception for momentary fix. Then when you figure it all out, you start to wonder at which moment was real and what was just the endurment for the other party. I fell in love but I found that love to be nothing more than a hoax like the alien in a round paper spaceship. That in the words of Maxwell Smart, "Is a sucker punch to the gonads". But this is worse, what I felt was torment to the hundreth degree. A flaw that I always had is to give my heart wholeheatedly to the people I love, and when they take my heart and shred it to millions of pieces, I have nothing to survive on. With all the fragments of my heart all over the place, one might say,"Pick up the pieces and place it altogether", and normally I would, but not this time. Why you may ask? Because I have finally realise why all this is happening. Everyone who knows me, would know that I am not a real candidate for the higher beings for all the deeds I have done. So this pain, is just payment and jugdement on me to pay for all the things I have done. This to me, was like the final wound. The cut is so deep that it has killed my soul, my will. Therefore, my will to live is no longer there, so now, I cross every street hoping that a car would hit me, I walk through every storm hoping I would get strike by lightning, I sit on every ledge hoping I would plummet, and the only reason it has not happen is because its not my time. I have to serve my time and this is my time, my sentence, 24/7. Life is my prison, anger is my warden...