above all, always remain
Above all, always remain hopeful. That's the mantra I'm always trying to live by.
Stubborn optimist? Maybe. Even when things are at their lowest point, I try to see the silver lining. But this situation has been going on for months now and I see no way out. It's been slightly better, compared to the beginning.
Huh. Funny thing is, hope is my favourite concept, my favourite type of emotion. Above all else, above even love. To me, hope represents the very essence of a human being, what truly separates us from other living things. That feeling of persevering, of wanting to live even when you're dying. Like a soldier. Marching on. Staring death in the eye and saying defiantly, "You don't scare me one bit, Sir. I will fight for my life."
Fight. Fight for your life, fight for what is right, fight for your loved ones, and most importantly - fight for yourself. Yourself, is the one person that matters. Get to know yourself, get to care about yourself, never harm yourself. I don't care what people say, I will NEVER get people who kill themselves, who give up on their lives. Granted, it's easy for me to say that because I've been leading a good life. I've been fortunate to live my life. Great family, great friends, great job... I'm not lacking in anything, and I'll be forever grateful.
Oh, but please don't misunderstand one thing: like I'm sure you've noticed, I am so not the type of person who goes smiling at everything. Optimistic, sure, but I'm not overly perky about it. In fact, it annoys me to no end how people stay cheerful all the time. I'm sorry, but to me, those type of people actually have a problem with their feelings. Is it even possible to be so... SHINY all the time? I'm dark and twisted, deal with it.
The way I hope, I do it differently, silently. That's why when I smile for something, I mean it. I mean every single curve. That's also why, I defy my odds by looking at them squarely and say: "My hope is dying to be alive."
Stubborn optimist? Maybe. Even when things are at their lowest point, I try to see the silver lining. But this situation has been going on for months now and I see no way out. It's been slightly better, compared to the beginning.
Huh. Funny thing is, hope is my favourite concept, my favourite type of emotion. Above all else, above even love. To me, hope represents the very essence of a human being, what truly separates us from other living things. That feeling of persevering, of wanting to live even when you're dying. Like a soldier. Marching on. Staring death in the eye and saying defiantly, "You don't scare me one bit, Sir. I will fight for my life."
Fight. Fight for your life, fight for what is right, fight for your loved ones, and most importantly - fight for yourself. Yourself, is the one person that matters. Get to know yourself, get to care about yourself, never harm yourself. I don't care what people say, I will NEVER get people who kill themselves, who give up on their lives. Granted, it's easy for me to say that because I've been leading a good life. I've been fortunate to live my life. Great family, great friends, great job... I'm not lacking in anything, and I'll be forever grateful.
Oh, but please don't misunderstand one thing: like I'm sure you've noticed, I am so not the type of person who goes smiling at everything. Optimistic, sure, but I'm not overly perky about it. In fact, it annoys me to no end how people stay cheerful all the time. I'm sorry, but to me, those type of people actually have a problem with their feelings. Is it even possible to be so... SHINY all the time? I'm dark and twisted, deal with it.
The way I hope, I do it differently, silently. That's why when I smile for something, I mean it. I mean every single curve. That's also why, I defy my odds by looking at them squarely and say: "My hope is dying to be alive."
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