I think I'm ready for disappointment for the rest of my life

I think I'm ready for disappointment for the rest of my life. I'm ready for days that are relentless in their fall. To watch my friends fall in and out of love with each other for years. To feel romantic about stillness but know that the bitter end is movement. A zinc roof. Rapidity of light to shade. I think I'm ready for disappointment for the rest of my life. I spoke to Chris last night and he said "it almost seems like you were made for disappointment" and so it's true but also untrue in the sense that it is temporal, what exists before or after the disappointment was also worthwhile and it probably felt good. A shrub with a dense central trunk. Hey duckie hey crux, what is yours?