hope

For some reason, I tend to have hope in most situations.

Even though I’ve been through points in my life that I thought could never get better, I seemed to have a tiny little part in my brain that would say, “you know what, it’s going to be okay.”

Even if I didn’t fully believe it at the time, I would keep telling myself this in order to convince myself. I tend to hope for things that seem out of reach. I keep this hope, this positive, wishful mindset so that I’m able to go through life without focusing on the current bad situations. I hold on to this hope so that the negative things don't drag me down. Sometimes hope is the only thing I’ve had, but it’s always been there to help me through.

Hope and trust.

I think this is where my trust in God comes in. I’ve got to trust that in time, things will work out. The world shifts for the better and worse. There will be highest highs and lowest lows, but it will never stay in one or the other.

This is what’s frightening about the world, but holding onto hope helps us navigate through the bad into the good. I’ve always hoped that things will work out. I’ve always believed this. Sometimes I’ve doubted my belief in this idea, but I try to stick to it and strengthen my trust. Stories progress. It’s a fact. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be stories. Our stories are constantly progressing through good times and bad, but there’s always hope for the next adventure.