Some would say that it's stupid to live in constant denial. I say that sometimes it makes all the difference between life and death.

From the way beauty fades as we grow older, to all the heartwarming feelings that we realize we'll never experience again, to the total lack of interest in things that once used to be life's little guilty pleasures. They are all long gone, but we somehow try to convince ourselves that we still got them or, even more pathetic, that we can still win them back.

There are however those few moments of clarity. The moments when the truth hits you in the face like a stinky fish, just to remind you of all the things you don't really have anymore. And for a few horrifying minutes you know deep down, of all the things that aren't there anymore. And you hurt, even shed a tear or two. But then you manage to recompose and shudder the bad thoughts away. You try to remind yourself that you have to think positive and that this somehow is what you need to do whenever you happen to feel this way. Think positive. We don't dare to say it how it really is. We lie to ourselves. We live in denial. Just to be able to make it another day.

So, here's to kingdoms past and unfulfilled dreams. Here's to love, and beauty and every illusion of happiness we have ever left behind, never to find it again but only in our times of complete denial. Cheers!