Sometimes I forget that the human spirit isn't invincible. It's resilient but not invincible. There are so many different kinds of fragile things. Hearts can get broken, dreams can get broken, spirits can get broken, the human race is breakable. And sometimes it seems so easy to suggest that if we forgive fate, or love, or life for not being what we told it to be, or anticipated, or expected, or wished, or longed for it to be.... And if we FINALLY forgive ourselves for not being what we thought we might have been... Then we can be what we are, which is limitless, boundless, free. But it's really experience that teaches us to be more realistic isn't it? Over time there's a little bit of cynicism and a whole lot of realism that move us from bubble gum and bliss to guarded and guilty of generalizing?