HIGH hOPES

A bad day. A bad start. A bad follow-up to the bad start.
No worse way to continue than to spend the whole day wishing for the "almost impossible+ highly improbable " to happen.
Seeing the graph of Hope fall down close to zero in a hyperbolic manner.
Then blaming oneself for having false hopes in the first place.
Why does the switch of the Common Sense flip to the Off position in this matter?
Common sense is highly uncommon.
Frustration piles up when it dawns how close it was.. A miss by an inch, is miss by a mile.
A douchebag I was ;, I am.
I see a distorted image of myself in the mirror. Is this what I have become? I wasn't like this sometime back. Am I trying to sneak within a mask?Or is the mask taking over me without my permission?
This is not my cuppa tea. This is not the place where I park my car.
I better go back to what I am best known for-which again is what I have lost track of.
Higher the hopes, greater the fall.
So do I stop hoping?
Is a rosy world full of dreams better or a stark pragmatic threatening one?