Optimism Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry I'm late. I'm really sorry. But I promise you, I'll be the best father. You'll be proud of me." There is a light glowing in his heart that was missing just some days ago. Right now it is a source of hope, a ray of sunshine. And the sun is Anne. His powerhouse. Bad days are gone. Perhaps that is optimism, the expectation of good things to come. It is a feeling he hasn't had in so long.

Gorgeous work place in the house of Assembly, the Governors and his colleagues who were greater than him in rank do respect him not because they were scared of him or he was richer than them but because they saw him as one who is disciplined, focused and talks less. At his workplace, If they were to be in a meeting at the house of assembly, while the others were busy arguing about a particular issue, he keeps calm without uttering a word not until they are done arguing, that is when he would actually make a point, a reasonable one at that. and finally, they end up adapting to his suggestions. Most of the time, his opinions were considered more than that of his colleagues which made some of t

In fact it seems she’s making up for the fact my first mateship was a disaster and half. I’m not sure how war is right around the corner and somehow my personal life is thriving. Granted Amara and I have a lot to work on. We have a lot to work on as a family of three. We are in an adjustment period that has been filled with ups and downs. Right now we are experiencing an up moment, but I do worry when the next down moment will come. I can’t help it. I’m a pessimist. Maybe it’s a good thing Amara is an optimist. Perhaps we will balance each other out in several ways. Making us a balanced couple. Here’s to positive thoughts and a bright future even if war is coming.

I choose to move with optimism, strength, courage, and resilience. Carly, now settled in my mind, padded around nipping playfully at the garden in my mind. Her joy was contagious, and I couldn’t help but grin as I observed her movements, letting a small flame flicker across my palm.

a grin stretched across his lip and his eyes lights up with an amused glint, and I swear he was trying not to laugh “I want to be your friend, your best friend, I want us to be the closest of friends.” Why did I feel he wasn’t talking about the usual friendship now? But I couldn’t hide my smile as a tickle of pleasure swam in my chest, “Er… okay then, I’d like that too” With a low laugh, Ian shook his head before going back to his breakfast. My week was already going on better just as I hope, that thing they said about positivity and being optimistic can be a game changer. I clicked on my phone, swiping through with one hand as I ate a bit of waffles with the other.

I smiled wryly/ “I’m a bit worried that it might lead to misfortune from too much happiness.” I guess I’ve never been much of an optimist. I had always been accustomed to not getting what I want, and now that things were starting to go well, I couldn’t help but be overly cautious. Jane’s attitude was much better than mine. She poked my forehead. “There’s no need to waste energy worrying about things that haven’t even happened yet.” “You’re right.” I nodded, realizing that I should adjust my mindset. However, my unease didn’t dissipate.

"But maybe eventually we'll look less frequently." "That's not very optimistic." But I knew he was right. "Optimism is overrated." He was watching the street below. "Realism keeps you alive longer." "Then let's be realistic together." I leaned into him. "Let's accept that we'll always be watching for threats but do it anyway because the alternative is giving up." "You make everything sound so simple." His voice was warm. "Like survival is just a choice we keep making." "Isn't it though?" I was serious. "Every morning we choose to get up and work jobs we hate and build a life that's hard, that's survival as a daily choice."

he said with a worried expression. "Oh, come off it! That you are a man doesn't mean you can't express your emotions. It is okay for a man to express his emotions. It's just that I don't like to see men crying. As for your question, I don't see you as a weakling, okay?" I said. "Thank you. For the record, I'm not a pessimist nor am I an optimist. I guess I consider myself more of a realist," he said smiling.

"That cautious optimism is warranted." She exhales. "Cautious optimism." "His words. Mine are less cautious." Her mouth curves slightly. "What are yours." "That she's going to be fine. That the treatment is working and the bills are covered and she has the best team available and a sister who stood in a freezer for seven minutes and finished a double shift." I move closer. "Those things together don't lose." She looks at the pan. "You're not a cautious optimist," she says.

Maybe, just maybe, I could make the impossible happen and keep my promise to the triplets. I headed for the bathroom, a smile on my face that seemed as if it would never fade. The events of the past day had taken unexpected turns, and I couldn't help but feel that a door of opportunity had opened for me. I thought I was going to disappoint the kids, but it appeared like I would be able to fulfill my promise, to bring their mom to their party as I had promised. As the warm water cascaded over me in the shower, I hummed my favorite tune. It was a melody of hope and determination, one that matched the rhythm of my heart. I felt like I was on the cusp of something significant, something that cou