Despondent

When I was a boy I would count the stars, and would become angry as the number would change on me, then one day my Father told me that the stars are without number and that one could not possibly count them all, I remember being wrought up, perplexed, despondent. That was my loss. There is always the story of the one that got away, for me this was a 25-30 pound yellow catfish. As I pulled the monster in, he reared his ugly head out of the water, if only to tease me and give me a glimpse of his splendor before returning to the murk. That was my loss. The good part about losses, is that you always gain experience, and you gain an appreciation for what you didn't lose...