I recently had a conversation with an older lady who told me she had always been a pessimist and that she never really hopes things are going to work out for the best. She usually expects problems more than blessings.
To me, that is a sad commentary on life. How many people spend their days expecting the worst? I know that everyone could have a pity party if they really dwelled on the negative aspects of their lives, but to never hope for the good things, to me, is unthinkable.
Having experienced a lot of trials in my life, I still hope for tomorrow. I hope things will be better, and I generally believe they will be. It’s not because I wear rose-colored glasses. I know bad things happen, but I choose to believe they don’t always happen. I choose to believe tomorrow will be a better day. And because I have hope, I can face tomorrow. Isn't that better than dreading what lies around every corner?
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