As I sat there thinking about all the times I've come so close but never really found love, my sadness started to burn. I felt anger, pure, unadulterated anger, and it sparked me to life again. Suddenly I felt invigorated, like the fire inside my heart had been relit. I could see all the shades of blue in the distant hills, smell the flowers in the air, feel the wind rush against my arms. I walked back down the hill a new woman, filled with a passion and a reason for life again.
Anger is a hot burning fuel, but it burns too quickly, and leaves nothing behind.
Still, at this point, I have no alternative. I'm still chasing that seed of hope that promises change for the better, but I'm leaving nothing to chance. In case I never catch it, I'm prepared to live on what I have.