"You can't always get what you want, you almost rarely want what you have, and you want what you can't have."

It's that exhausting chase we thrive for. It seems so endless until you've achieved, until you have successfully obtained desire. Yet at such a point, you no longer thirst for the original target; perhaps now something more or maybe something less. It's a vicious and hypocratic game. You rip your opponent's playing card over and over, while they tear apart yours. Sometimes there is nothing left but shredded pieces of paper coated with a light layer of plastic and a lesson barely learned. To tape the pieces back together feels hopeless at times. Sometimes, the only thing to do is to move on to another game and continually participate in this emotional cycle.

And in a larger sense, we all result with a similar ending. Why do treacherous waters and war ships encounter the course of the journey? Can one embrace that which they are?

La Vita è bella.