Oh life. We certainly were not promised an easy life, were we? It’s funny how life goes. It ebbs and flows between good and bad from the day of our birth to the day we leave this place. It gets hard to hang onto hope in those difficult times, but I’m convinced that without at least a shred of hope, we are all lost.
I am what you call an optimist. I have found that this is not exactly a great quality. It is good to be hopeful. It is good to see the good in life. But not always. There are moments in life that simply don’t call for the glass being half full. There are times in life where there really isn’t much room for hope. I’ve learned at different times in my life the true meaning of having a ‘fools hope.’
Something I have been working on in life recently is how to appropriate my emotions to the situations I am in. I am trying to journey from my current place as an undying optimist, to an appropriately responsive hope activist. Now that’s some title. But what I mean is to be hopeful when the situation calls for hopeful, to be sad when it’s right to be sad, to allow myself to be angry when it’s okay to be angry. I’m convinced that my undying optimism is unhealthy. I know that a better balance exists. I am trying to find where that balance is, but it is a struggle reworking those wires in my brain.
I think that we all have these types of struggles in our lives. Things we notice about ourselves that we don’t particularly like, that coincidently, we also don’t know how to change. I don’t have the answer for this. I’m not sure how to change without having the roadmap to the solution. This is something that’s been on my mind lately. All I’ve discovered so far is that talking with other people helps. it helps a lot, actually. It’s amazing how much wisdom others have when you least expect it.
That’s all I know for now. I can’t believe I wrote for the second day on here. I’m tired, it’s late, I had no idea what to write about, but here it is. Day 2 complete.