Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

“Stop with the pessimistic attitude, Tyson. Maybe she wants to accept us.” “Uh huh, sure Jan.” I say with heavy sarcasm as I roll my eyes at him. “I’ll just stick to my pessimism, and you can continue to be the amazing optimist, right?! Mr. Depression? I don’t have a whole lot of patience for you right now. So unless you’re gonna pipe in with something constructive, you can just go right back to your pit of despair to sulk, okay?”

Or transforms into something I can't predict. I have hours. Just hours. To find the third path. Again. Always. Forever. Until I can't. Until the paths run out. Until Aurora ends. Really ends. Finally ends. Tomorrow. Maybe. Probably. Unless I find something. Anything. The impossible. The unprecedented. The last gamble. I'm running out of time. Running out of options. Running out of everything. Except hope. Desperate. Impossible. Foolish hope. That there's still one more way. One more choice. One more Aurora miracle.

"Yeah, but I sure do hope that whatever I did comes up with a good result eventually, because I never experienced such a thing before." . "You will. Eventually. Don't be so pessimistic. Don't be too optimistic too. I mean. Let's just be realistic. That's how life is, right? Sometimes things go wrong, but more often times things go right." . "How so?" . "Well... You could have ended up in a much worse condition..." . "Okay stop, I don't think that's a good example..." . "I was never good with coming up with examples, you know that." . "Yeah I sure do."

She shakes her head knowing how I fend for both of us with all my money. "I hope she knows what she's getting into, Abdul will leave that job once she has settled in. Abdul and laziness are like five and six." I laugh quietly, knowing every word is true. He is the definition of lazy, entitled and manipulative. "We'll be fine. That's for sure." She sighs and looks away from me, I pat her hand knowing she is very worried about me. Even I want my optimistic words to be true.

I hope it isn't too bad. Oh God, help me...

says the teenager with a chortle, “You think that means Prince Desoare is in this kingdom.” “I don’t want to destroy anyone’s hope but I think I might have to give you all an old reminder here,” observes a man with a greyish beard. He looks to be the oldest in the room. Both Mariet and the teenager stop arguing, glancing reluctantly at the old man. “False hope is sometimes more dangerous than the enemy itself. We have been too hopeful in the past with no plan. It’s time we learned from the past. Also, let’s not jump to conclusions.”

She shivered and tried to get away but I held her tight. "Oh come on, atleast I can hug you right. Atleast I can try to make you fall in love with me." I made my puppy face which she always falls for. "You're soo delusional Mr Fancy Pants, but I'm not falling for you." She felt more at ease now in my arms i guess. Cause she wasn't struggling. "I prefer optimistic Ms Hitler. Delusions are for dreamers but optimism is for winners." I pulled her cheek. "Wow. Fancy words huh, Mr Fancy Pants. I'm impressed." She said turning to me.

Or do you want to say that among those who have reached power, there are only dandelions? — Your problem is that you always focus exclusively on unfavorable scenarios, which are based on a false foundation consisting of negative ideas about the world around us and the people inhabiting it. And we can’t possibly get your existential position out of the state: “I’m not okay—You’re not okay.” — Simply put, am I a pessimist who needs to become an optimist? - Realist. It is necessary not to replace negative ideas with positive ones, but to process information as it arrives and adapt to the environment in which you find yourself without harm to mental health.

Sebastian, with a hopeful tone, chimed in, "Let's not throw in the towel too soon; we can, at the very least, give it a shot." His words carried a glimmer of optimism, a rallying call to uplift the spirits of the team. In the midst of uncertainty, his attempt to infuse encouragement into the atmosphere became a beacon of positivity, gently pushing against the prevailing sense of resignation.

For a blissful moment, I thought I could escape. For a moment, I had hope that was bad. Very very bad. I had never felt hopeful since that day. I had forgotten what it was like and will soon never remember. Hope was dangerous. Hope gets me beaten. It gets me killed. It makes that little flame I have in me ignite only to be controlled. I can't go through another breakdown. Not now. Not again. So, I did as I was taught, I gave up. But not for long. * * *