washed away

I hate to see the dream that I've been building on gone just like that, like a sand castle being washed away by a wave you think will never reach you. Why does shit happens on a Murphy's law fashion that it has to be the worst possible timing ever. Sometimes I wonder, especially when it hits you, whether planning itself is a joke.

I heard this somewhere, probably from a song, that there is no need to worry at all because in the end it all ends up being nothing at all. But how many of us could really lead life without being worried at all. Being a virgo, a natural worrier, it would be harder for me to do such.

If it's never meant to be, then it's never meant to be from the beginning.