People talk about an emotional roller coaster but some days it feels more like going up and down and round and round with not much forward momentum.

Sometimes I compound my own heartache through inflating my expectations. I realise that being more of an optimist leaves me more susceptible to disappointment.

Patience may well be a virtue but today I am feeling more frustrated than virtuous.

Yet even through my frustration I know that hope, like love, always carries risk and the price is worth paying. it is better to hope and experience disappointment, better to love and know hurt. If we try to avoid the negative consequences by sacrificing these precious things on the alter of self protection our lives will be much emptier. 

The safer option is not the better bet.