Life

Spring sunshine and warm rays used to be enough to knock any mournful lamenting from my mind. Even if it was short lived, the break from sadness proved to be enough to keep on.

Beautiful, beautiful beginnings and wondrous lovely times don't last forever. The only certainty is the fact that everything ends. From the moment of birth, you move toward death. There's one direction. One.

There simply is no point to any of this.

How can anyone bear to lose such glorious, such rapturous feelings over and over again whenever the bests and firsts are done and gone?

It's pure heartbreak.