House of Cards

There are moments when her life resembles a house of cards.
She designed it, projected it, and built it. Card by card. Then a card fell down, followed by another, and another until it was almost slowly ruined. But just like with life, she decided to build it up again.
To try. 
And so she did. Some cards were not at their places anymore, and in a result the house did not appear to be as complete as it once was, but she still attempted to take good care of it despite its fragality.
She tried. 
Nevertheless, smilar to life, trying does not seem enough. Her efforts have become failures, and the house... does not look like a house anymore. It is all broken now. She cannot revive it, nor position even half of the cards. They are missing. The wind has sent them away.
Still she cannot stop but asking the same old and ongoing question when would it be time to stop trying and simply forget instead...