... and the view changes. For a moment, there's blue skies and hope. The following moment, the feeling that all is doomed and it doesn't really matter how I feel, only how I play the games I do not want to play.

No change, then. Life goes on, although perhaps with a new dent, a new bash, perhaps a weather bone that when next time I'm in the situation will hurt, perhaps inappropriately -as each situation is unique, much as we tend to follow the same patterns, in ever decreasing spirals.

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