Do I want, shelter from the rain?

Or the rain to wash me away?

I need the strength to carry on, no matter how hard it may be. I've got a clearer picture of things now, and there's no other person I can possibly blame for being silly myself. Sometimes, even if we realize what's going on, it's just so very hard to unclench our fingers and let go. Not in the physical sense of course. But no matter how strong a person is, these fingers will forever be easier to pry off as compared to the latches of the heart and mind.

The way we function is inexplicable; we plunge headfirst into things knowing that we will emerge the worse for wear. The human mind works based on rationality but this can be ignored at any moment, because nothing seems more rational to us than being with the object of our affection. Indeed, nothing makes better sense; perfect sense, even.

It only makes sense to us, though. And that's not the way the world works; rather, the world could care less about what makes sense to us as long as it gets its way. But we are conditioned for this, and we learn to deal, we learn to adapt. It is one of the survival skills that we are equipped with, to ensure that we do not die out. But the pace at which we do so is certainly not homogeneous, and sometimes it takes alot more time than others.

Even when there's 10 seconds left in a basketball game and the score is 98-110, it is not uncommon for the losing team to give it their all, to not stop for anything; because they feel so strongly for what they are fighting for that they know any price or any amount of effort is worth putting in so that they might turn their dreams into reality. But they eventually have to let it go.

It's really, really hard.

Do I want, shelter from the rain?

Or the rain to wash me away?