Underlying all of the doubt, all of the complaints, there’s always a beacon of hope inside of my head. It links back to the determination, and I’m sure my sense of duty.
Today was probably the first time I saw an old friend in awhile, and I can’t help but imagine that they don’t have this trait. It bothers me a tiny bit, but I’ve come to remind myself that I can’t control other people’s lives, or at least theirs, and I, in a dark sense, could be argued to have given up on them.
The underlying hope lives no matter what happens. The hope that rises to the surface and presents itself plain and simple, that’s much more rare, but when it happens is much beloved, and much missed with it sinks back down to be the backbone that gets me through many days that aren’t horrible, aren’t great, but just are.
I’m a bit more optimistic tonight. Now to just get some work done. I know it’s going to be a squeeker, though every time I say that I tend to pull through alright.
Bye for now.