Hope

Dreams come by the dozen at night, throughout the day, and keep us on a pursuit to accomplish goals as we go through life. But at what point do we stop dreaming? How many dreams must be shattered before we give up? Getting our hopes up happens multiple times a day. I hope I do well on an exam, I hope I get an interview with some company, hell I even hope I make a good meal for dinner. Whats been happening lately, in my life, is that all of these hopes and dreams continuously get beat down and shoved out the window. I feel like a paperclip, bent back and forth... back and forth... just waiting for the final bend, where I break. Break apart and stop dreaming. Stop hoping for this, or hoping for that. I will just be. Be content with what happens with even more of a "Who gives a fuck" attitude.

At first I thought I was building character, thickening up my skin and building a stronger backbone. I am now feeling as though it is all a waste of my time. I will continue to strive to become a stronger person, a person that can persevere, just like we all should.  But there are no guarantees, just like everything in life.

Listen to someones story. Give them the time of day. Hear them out. It could change their outlook and make them believe.