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The Other Night I watched a movie called "The Illusionist". The ending made me think of Melissa, my ex-wife and how much I miss her some times. how alone I am all the time and how I wish I was not.

Love may never die, but how can I forgive her what she's done?

Are these memories I have of the good times delusions or are they real? Was it really that good? Or do I only THINK it was that way?

When is it time to give up on hope? Even if it is only hope FOR hope?

Like the artist that cannot sell a single painting, the writer that cannot get a published, the musician that keeps playing dispite not being able to read a single note off a sheet of music. Like a priest that believes against all odds, and against everything this world does on a daily basis...

That is how I hope for hope. I have no hope, but I can hope for hope. I have no belief, but I can believe that there is something WORTH believing in.

And I still cannot play the guitar.