Honestly, have you ever noticed that losing love and a night of heavy drinking all end in the same phrase," I won't ever do that again"? How many times do you have to tell yourself that before you believe it?
Life is not fair. Statistically speaking, life's fairness may not exceed your chances at blackjack or even dice (which by the way gives you the best odds). It is always the incalculable variables that bite your in the ass when you are not looking --particularly when you are not looking.
I think that the greatest pain comes when you knowingly give your 100% and it is not good enough for another person. It is understandable that these things happen but that doesn't soften the impact. I mean we all know that death is 100% guaranteed, but we still grieve at the loss of a loved one.
So, why do we try again? Is love as addictive as gambling is to some?
What is worse is the realization that you were lied to and used. Why do people feel the need to do that to another person?
Well, I guess in the long run, it really doesn't matter very much. Life is nothing but loss: The harder you grasp at something, the more assured of it escaping you.
Personally, I still think that "to have loved and lost" platitude is a load of crap.