The Universe has been a cruel, but effective teacher.
I've learned that to dream is to be crushed and that moments of joy (or even optimism) will always be punished.
The other shoe always falls.
Lucy always pulls the football away.
The better things seem, the worse they're about to be.
These have been my only constant Truths.
And yet, in spite of a lifetime of evidence that backs up this harsh lesson, I still stubbornly cling to the absurd belief that it doesn't have to be like that.
And that maybe, just maybe...
This time it might be different.