Life in all of its common and simlpest of pleasures may not be the face one wishes to see when it all comes crashing down. Admitted.
There may be choices. There may be none. But what would someone as crucial to yourself as your very self think when dreams merely evaporate, leaving no trace of vapor, or even a hint of an essence. Fall or rise. That is a choice left up to you. Rise or fall. That too is a choice no one can pillage. So… the choice is yours. Will you fall only to rise, or will you rise only to fall? Or maybe you rise to fall, yet still rise again from your very ashes. Becoming your own Pheonix. Becoming your own bane. Becoming your own ally. So, what will it be in the end? Would you want all the fruits of wisdom rubbed in your face till you scream a tired “FUCK YOU!”, or would you want peace with yourself and your sanity? Like I said. Its a choice. See it as you may, yet do upon it as you please.