Failure is always a guarantee.


The error has been (and Beckett, the Exhausted, knew it far too well) focusing on the attempts, the merry go round of rides and rides trying to get to an inexistent place where just for once we will not fail, just like a donkey chases the carrot it will never taste. The very difference lies on the fact that we ourselves hold the cane in front of our eyes so we can keep going, for a few more rides, on and on from the beginning to the end of our godamn lives. Hey cutie, wanna try a little with me for a while?


We've all been trying too much for far too long, now.
(It can't be... natural? At least since after a few rounds...)

Back to the failure:
Lets not focus on the path we took to get there: lets look directly at the error itself.

Everything else is always foreseeable. Everything, but the error. The unpredictable. The knight in shining armor silently hidden all along the way.


There, only there, we may still find some shreds of Beauty.


Is there anything else we should be seeking?




Well, I'm just sayin'
We should trade one carrot for another.