cracks in the core

Sadness comes from disappointment.  The precedence of the first broken promise.  An experience of lost innocence.  That is the human experience of nature and fate.  I wake up on occasion from recurring dreams that I am looking backwards from the sidelines asking if that is all?  The epic journey concluding so abruptly.  Even if the story was a bitter one to take, the ending always feel unexpected.  I mourn a loss, one that I ended by my own choice.  It could have otherwise been right.  But things fail usually from cracks in the core.