I’ve always tried to look on the brighter side of things. I encourage myself and other that things can be different and that I can do it better. This is what I would describe as hope. That feeling that there’s still a chance. Somehow it can still change and the result we desire is still an option. I’ve been losing my grip on such a belief and I really don’t want to but it’s getting harder when the outcomes keep proving me wrong. I imagine scenarios in my head and am quickly snapped back into reality that what is happening is what I have and what I wanted to happen is merely an imagination due to desire and regret. I’m enduring the suffering. I can only grow in strength but am waiting to witness this hope that I’ve harbored in all aspects of life.