I don’t know. My answer seems to change with my mood. So, I can’t decide.
Whenever things go as per plans and as long as there is an open window to bring some fresh air in…I find myself rooting for hope.
But…every once in a while, things go downhill. Everything. Every Little Thing. Unexpected twists and unwanted turns pop up all around. Nothing looks promising. In times like those, as much as I want to keep my head up and say I can fight through all of this, I find myself burying it between my legs and crying like a helpless child. I wake up with a strong will to face the day, no matter what and I go to bed with a heavy heart. I try to indulge myself in all the smallest pleasures possible so I can forget little issues, but I find my way back to square one, the anxious mind.
That’s when I get lost.
And I slowly start to lose the strength to hope.
What do I do then?