One day, you realize that the only thing you want is the unobtainable... You realize you can't have it; yet, you strain for it NEwayz.... What if one was to realize that the unobtainable was not truely unobtainable. How would someone handle this? Are you suddenly uninterested? Or, do you hide from what you once loved knowing that you might finally be happy? How far will one go just to have what is unobtainable to themselves? Would they destroy what was true in their life? All sense of security and dependability? Or would they finally come to terms with their own frailty? Perhaps, it is they, themselves, who push away what they want--knowing, subconsciously, that if they were to have what they wanted, they would realize how shallow or unimportant their goals were....