Shot Down

I know the drill.
I even have a helmet.
However, for some reason I keep trying,
hoping,
that I will find that one diamond in the barren sand.

Yet again I find myself brooding over what might have been.
What signs did I miss?
Is my judgement just this bad?
Why can't I find what so many have?

The old cliche skips in my head:
"Hope springs eternal."
Yet I find myself at the bottom of the well.