Failure comes in many forms.
Perhaps Failure is a God.
There is the Failure of losing.
There is the Failure of not finding what you want.
There is the Failure of thinking you found what you wanted but then seeing it for what it really is.
But before each Failure comes the Promise.
The Promise of beauty and happiness and worlds upon worlds rotating around them.
Remembering that Promise.
It is the only consolation on nights such as these.