Tit for Tat

I always have thought that it is vital for every human being to have a dream; to chase that dream; to give it birth even if it is through a difficult labour. Chase that dream. I'm not so sure now. I see a man who rose above all expectations, who chased his dream, who finally was close enough to feel it, and yet was thrown back just seconds before closing the deal on his dream. And it makes me feel so sorry, so sad, although I'm not sure I am helping very much in that way. It almost throws me into despair, but I cannot go down that road because despair is the step before death. I have to look up if I am going to be of any help. And yes I have to be of help because that is what love is all about. I have finally find a way to resurrect his dream and make it real for him to touch it and live it. I have no way. And it makes me feel helpless, but helplessness is another road I cannot let myself go down, because helplessness is eerily similar to despair. Is it fair? No it isn't, but then who said life was fair anyway? But he chased my dreams, and now I will chase his. Not as in a tit for tat, but as in a because I love him thing. And since I can only look up, up is where God is. No I do not go to God just for help, but even if I did, He'd help me anyhow. Because God is another version of loving, and it's not a tit for tat kind of loving. At least I want to believe in that because otherwise my head will hurt, my brain will start thinking despair. Or perhaps God always does His tit for tat loving, loving me because I am His daughter, loving my man because He is his son. It's all tit for tat, and it's a good thing because ironically it's all in the beauty of unconditional; as in unconditional love.