The world loves a comeback, isn’t that what they say?
Well, they say it, but it doesn’t always make it so.
We love to see someone rise, the notion of someone almost willing their way upward.
More than that though we love the fall.
We love to watch people fall back to earth after they rose, some sick sort of jealousy and envy twisting in us and making us take glee in someone’s destruction.
Ah, but the comeback, we do still love that, don’t we?