Novel & Cerita Hopelessly Optimistic

“What’s the point? Talking about it isn’t going to change anything. They are still putting everything at risk and tomorrow could still turn out beyond disastrous.” “We have a good plan, beautiful. You shouldn’t assume things will go badly.” I appreciate Devonte’s optimism, but I’m just not there yet. Everything is becoming too real, and that’s where the problem lies. It’s easy to be so sure of your victory when everything is still a maybe, still a wisp of an idea. Things change when shit gets real and concrete.

I had convinced myself that none of this was going to be even remotely as bad as I was prepared for. I did not know what it was that had made me believe this factor, but I was thankful for the optimism. But, as always, my optimism did not last long. I was too much of a realist to be taken for a fool, because I knew that there were many things that could go wrong while I was here. I just hoped that I would not need to deal with them - although, I also had the feeling that my hope was misplaced here.

"Does it? Does any of it matter if Hope's gone? If the conspiracy won? If everything we fought for is lost?" "Hope's not lost. She's taken. There's a difference. Taken means recoverable. Means she's alive. Means we still have a chance." "Do we? Or is that optimism speaking? False hope keeps us functional when we should collapse?" "It's whatever gets us through next hour. Next day. Next moment. We survive. We search. We never stop until Hope's home. That's all we can do." She collapsed against me. Both of us broken. Both bleeding. Both shattered by impossible choice and its consequences.

Like too big shoes that will never fit your feet and forever only give you blisters. Since he had gotten rid of hope, he had been sitting hopelessly drunk at some counter until his days would blur, and everything in them would seem even duller than before. He wore desperation like a comfortable coat and snuggled into it, he'd feel relieved, because without hope you cannot get disappointed and won’t ever disappoint anyone else.

She puts her arm around me and tries to reassure me, “Everything’s going to be okay. We can do this, together.” I think she’s trying to reassure herself more than me. But I don’t say anything, even if I doubt every words that just came out of her mouth. I don’t think things will be okay. I think that one way or another, this won’t have the outcome that we ultimately want. Call me a pessimist, but danger is lurking and I’m not going to be blinded by foolish optimism.

His brain started spinning with the old, addictive thoughts. What if they broke up next week? What if I actually talked to him today? What if I still had a chance to be the one he chooses? What if... Those two words were a poison. He clung to them, imagining a future that didn't exist while ignoring the reality in front of him. He realized then that having too much hope didn't make you an optimist—it made you a victim. And as he watched Natalie disappear around the corner, Cass knew he was the most hopeless case in the entire pack.

That I might be trapped in this place forever, alone and forgotten. The thought was too much to bear, and I felt myself slipping away, lost in a sea of despair and hopelessness.

So, in everything you have said, this will always draw you, your actual being—and it would both charge and garner your strength of character. I am keen to know how people seem to be able of theirs—but I am absolutely positive they were cost-prohibitive as well. Nonetheless, I am still here, I had already emerged quite that far, and I have no concept of what happens in the future; even with a tinge of sadness, I am still desperately hoping and will strive to maintain on to the optimism that at the final moment of each day, I will indeed be free to pronounce loud and proud to myself I am happy that at least, I persevered. ***

"I don't think you're a leech. And if I've made you feel like I do, I'm sorry. This whole situation has me upset." "I know. There are a lot of unknowns and a great deal of this is entirely out of your control. You don't handle that well." Understatement of the century. "But there's one thing I handle better than anyone else in this family - and that's maintaining the optimism that it will all turn out all right in the end, even if we don't know how. I've lived my life by that for ten years, and I haven't been wrong yet. I don't plan to start now." "I don't think optimism is going to carry the day here."

Lucille told me and shook his head smiling. "Well, it could be that one of them does not have a girlfriend back home, Lucy. It could be that the stars line up and you guys fall in love," I smiled at her hopefully. Now it was Lucille's turn to put her hands on her hips in a defiant position: "You mean when it is for others you are an incorrigible optimist and when it comes to your own life you are doomed for eternity, huh?" She asked me. I chuckled at her logic. Again, she was right. "I should probably start my optimism exercises tomorrow."