I do not know exactly at what point I went from being happily content with a fantastic season to greedily lusting for the title. But it happened. The suffocating despair I felt at the end of Chelsea game stands testimony to that.
I guess unbeknownst to me, in some corner of my heart a treacherous hope had taken roots. A wistful dream that I was too scared to talk about aloud lest it disappears in a puff of smoke.
I thought I would be, though disappointed, but largely satisfied with the season even if we finished second best in the table. But that was before the Chelsea game.Having seen it literally slip away, now I want it so very much!
Football can be so cruel to it’s fans sometimes. You are forced to witness your hopes dashed over 90 minutes as you agonize helplessly. But see here is the thing, I wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact I cannot, even if I wanted to.
Hope is an addictive drug. No matter what would seem like the ‘likely’ scenario, I still believe. Granted, it is not a confident, comforting belief; more like an excruciatingly desperate sliver of hope. But I will cling on. It is not time yet to throw in the towel. There is a fight on cards here and we intend to see it through!
There are times when the mind hits that sweet spot between irrational optimism and blinding pessimism. There are times when you wake up; deliberately, consciously and most definitely happily. Because you see that glorious beacon of possibility that makes you wonder, what if?
In an interview with Reuters, George R.R. Martin addressing the issue of too much sex in ASOIAF.
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