When Will Life Improve

These are the words that ring loudly in my head as i type away at my keyboard.
When Will Life Improve? WHEN OH WHEN? Everyone has a capacity for failures. I have my own.
Despite facing the many setbacks in my life, i have waged a lonely war on a very singular front. I may have lost many a battle and i may have lost many a turf, but i think the war is far from being won. I still wage a war in the hope of a more positive outcome. I do not care what these battles lead upto. I concern myself with my belligerence only.
For how long, a man imagines, can one afford to take up the gun when the ammunition is only limited. This recurring fear is a nagging concern to my mind. Here the gun refers to the wits whereas the ammunition to the confidence. Even battle tanks fail when a man is robbed of his self-confidence. There must be a continuous fount of inspiration that must supply man his confidence.
All sources of inspiration run dry when tragedies befall man. It is only then when the man must muster up all the courage that he hath, else he must submit himself to the vagaries of destiny.