There’s always optimism everywhere you go. You’ll have to connect with hope or else you’d just look past that right? I love surrounding myself with optimistic people. I also believe that everyday should be a good day because everyday is another open opportunity. Optimism even exists in the darkest corners of life, no matter how far you’ll go.

When you’re searching for optimism, sometimes you don’t even have to go far. Connecting with people, giving out a smile to the people you know or strangers, giving a positive message can simply brighten up ones day. Being optimistic can be very inspiring and influential. Smiles and joys are very infectious, so the next time you walk down the street or maybe even pass by someone, smile. It can make their day a bit brighter.

I am just as steady as a piece of ice — I may seem strong once I am at a solid stage, but once you figure out my weakness you’d be able to break me. At night, I lay awake in bed along with the cold thoughts that accompany me. I begin to feel the darkness seep in through the corners of my mind filled with little blocks of gaps that hold me together. The darkness is heat that melts me. I begin to slowly disappear from the world along with my mind connection with reality. And before you know it, becoming water, the strong and once solid element that was so deceiving is now gone. 

As time grew, I began to walk my own pathway. I have become an isolated soul that is only drifting from the world outside of its’ head. Drawing an invisible barrier line between myself and others, I slowly emerge to a stop. No matter who I was dealing with, I was still able to set a distance between everyone and everything. Maintaining a set distance, I carefully start to become cautions, inspecting the person’s actions and mindset. I was just an individual who didn’t easily swallow what others say or think about me. Besides only my opinion truly mattered. 

I opened up. I confessed. I lifted the heavy, heavy burden off my shoulders. He was comforting, he was understanding.. But anger hit him heavily, and I thought it was going to be the end of us. I cried, and I cried, tears strolling down my face, non-stop, endlessly. He wiped my tears and told me that it’s okay. We fought. We fought hard. He was fighting me, and I was fighting for him. One more chance, time, and you; Is all I asked for. The truth was out, and I lied because I was in utter fear. Lying was easier. I always tell him, “Don’t give up because it’s hard.” Well, I should probably remind myself of the same. In fact, I should remind myself to not start if I’m only going to take the easy way out. “You never stick to your word.” My sister tells me that always, and so did he. And it hit me, like a knife to my chest. I never stick to my word. Empty promises, and empty words. Those are the two things I run on. “So put your heart where your actions are, and prove something to me.” That’s all I needed to do. Everything I do, I do it half-assed. My sister tells me that on a daily basis too. I love him. He loves me too. He runs on insecurity. I run on fear. We’re in it together, although we much often act as if we’re in it apart. He’s stubborn. I’m sensitive. He screams, and I whisper:“I’m sorry.”

unknown-one:

I like people, but most of the time I don’t really communicate as much with people as I would like to. I like to meet new people. I like people with depth. I like people who can feel through all their emotions. I like people with an interesting mind. I like people who are ‘weird’ and different…