#8 Hope

Optimism is the most important aspect of hope. I no longer dwell on the worst that can happen and strive to focus on the best. What is the best possible outcome? Hope allows me the required optimism to see a better future. A better tomorrow. A better later today. A better right now. Hope always seemed so futile. So foolish. Why set myself up for disappointment? 

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