Spaceport

Some moments of our lives are so insignificant we wouldn’t ever think about them again. And yet sometimes they seem to hold a force of their own, an influence that we can’t help noticing. We see their pattern repeated over and over again. We notice it to the point of thinking about it when we find ourselves in a somewhat similar situation. And yet... far too often we can’t help falling for it again, only to see events unfolding before our eyes in the exact same fashion than before. Why did we expect it to be different in the first place? Was there any reason for it to be so? 

We should know better. The lesson was hammered home far too many times.