When The Spell is Broken

Richard Thompson resonates in my core.
"...When the spell is broken
(Can't cry if you don't know how)
Oh when the spell is broken
All your magic and your ways and schemes
All your lies come and tear at your dreams
When the spell is broken
(Can't cry if you don't know how)
When the spell is broken
Now you're handing her that same old line
It's just straws in the wind this time
When love has died,
There's none starry-eyed
No kiss, no tears,
No farewell souvenirs
Not even a token, when the spell is broken..."

When is enough enough? When is it time to cut losses and throw in the towel? Let the chips ride on the sure thing or throw it all down on the long shot?

I came to the crosssroads and chose a path. Is there no going back? Lately I find myself pulled in an opposite direction. I don't know where that impulse comes from and I don't trust it, but I can't get it out of my head.

We're all heading to the same destination. The risk and reward comes from the paths we chose to follow and the paths we leave behind.