Sometimes you simply can’t give up, unable to stop thinking that tomorrow will be a better day! Faith is bruised, convictions are dashed but the stubborn hope lives on. Unable to walk away, thinking the story is not finished yet, is the worst of it all. Sometimes it is only a cycle, never-ending… nothing one can ever do to change anything in it, every action and thought will circle back to the hard, unmoving facts of life. People don’t change. And accepting that you were wrong, especially about the one you had the most faith on, is the hardest to do. You keep shaking your head, telling yourself that the noble being you knew was in there somewhere and all you had to do was chip away at the walls and find that trapped soul within. But it is a battle of the mad. The enemies had drawn their sword and carved victory on your territory, marking it theirs and walked away laughing, triumphant long back. But you keep on fighting alone into the night, battling the tireless, immortal demons that were no more imaginary. You couldn’t accept that you had long been defeated, and were left behind, in pity, as a common jester, dancing to the tunes of the painful, and the unyielding victors who had all the claims on reality. And you were all alone in a castle built on heaps of dreams, and hopes – a prisoner of your own mind, your own heart… where your captor, your hero, would return from time to time to add one more chain to your innumerable, immovable shackles.