As my chest tightens I battle the thoughts trying to invade me. Which is worse? The memories or the fear of the future? Watching a wedding yesterday torpedos me back to memories on how I ended up marrying him. After years of uncertainty, we seem to blend and melt into a family plot of four children from the other's previous marriages. Symbols of failure which expound so much joy, proving that the cup is really half full. Feeling failure is probably not unique to the mid life crisis era of those begotten to be forgotten. Yet there are so many others who can expell and expand into the world as one of the greats. It doesn't seem like any of the greats didn't feel failure. That chest heavy, air sucking the wind out of you until you're almost breathless, while the brain churns. That is probably a really good description of the feeling of failure. Watching the kids all have a great time, the parents still symbols of a pe...
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