Last Defeat

I always meet a girl on vacation, and always return home empty.

I often become attached to the preeminent things in life.
They seem to come around very few times as I grow older.
I often find myself becoming obsessed with these things.
Then my obsessions push my desires away, and I see the irony of my obsession as being my downfall. It then only strengthens my obsession over the next blessing that walks my way.

So by gaining such good things, I become quicker and more prone to losing them.
It’s time I step outside my boundaries, and jump off the weak limbs. I need to take up more opportunities, and explore those that I have been blind too.

I need to take a closer look around, and really search my surroundings. I need to give it time, and not get pulled in by the temporary. I mark this as my last defeat.