Its weird how the things that are designed to make us stronger end up making us even more unsure of ourselves. The trials which give us endurance and self-esteem make us feel even more doubtful that life will work itself  out. Sometimes it's way easier to convince the head over the  heart to believe again. The mind can be clear at the same time the heart is sick. The heart isn't always easy to get through to, it can be penetrated by a lie over the open hand of love, it operates completely on its own terms, when it closes up no telling when it will open again. Love hurts and when its over, you wonder if it was ever worth the effort? Sometimes our hearts leave us astray. Does the pro of gaining a lesson really outweigh the pain? Pessimism is so much safer than optimism. You can only get knocked down so many times before you decide not to bother again.