Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives.
Confusing as life can be, I can’t help but still to hope for the best. I know it will not happen instantly and that it will take time. I am willing to wait for it. I just want to have hope and not feel sad about everything.
Life is strange. It’s like the hardest riddle that can ever exist. It must be figured out. I will figure it out, little by little. Things may not go my way. I must not give up. I should do what I think will be good for me, the decisions that will make me happy in the long run.
Though the best rarely arrives, I must keep in mind to hold on to it and make the best out of it.