Optimism Novels & Stories

he shrugged. "OK listen don't freak out Lydia, let walk around maybe we will get some help" I can't help it that's the only solution We tried looking for help but luck is not on our side and it's getting dark and starting to get scared and cold when suddenly I felt something on my shoulder. "Here it will keep you warm" he said with a smile wow I like this soft side of him maybe if he's like this "kind" we wouldn't be fighting always "Thanks" I muttered. Wait am I blushing oh this girl

I retorted. "We'll figure it out, Maddy. That's why we need to discuss things. We'll work things out together, one problem at a time." Blake has always been the optimist in our friendship. He'd always make me look at the bright side of things. He's been my sunshine in my gloomy life.

But so t take my words to the bank on that one, I could be confusing it with witches. Like I said surprisingly today wasn't so bad, well so far but hey the days still young. Hey what can I say I'm a very optimistic person with a dazzling personality. I've been told many times that my mouth is going to get me killed because I have no filter but I personally think that my mouth is a blessing. And blessing that one day I’ll run the fucking world with, if I ever get out of this hell.

Amy thought for a moment and said, "Well... I like men who love to laugh." Max frowns ? In his opinion, all men who love to laugh are dissolute and immoral. "What else?" Amy smiled and said, "he is gentle, gentle in speaking, gentle in character and polite to others." Max can't help shaking his head, gentle man? Oh, not all of them are animals in clothing. "The most important thing is to be optimistic." Max raised his eyebrows. He thought he was quite in line with this.

"Let's try to stay positive and hope for the best outcome." "I just can't shake off this feeling of doubt," Emily confessed to Lauretta as they walked out of the brewery "What if our efforts weren't enough? What if he decides not to go with any of our contracts? then they win! and isn't that what they wall all along"? "We just have to stay Optimistic" Lauretta said. Emily managed a faint smile, grateful for Loretta's unwavering support. "You're right, Loretta. Let's stay optimistic," she agreed, mustering up a sense of hope amidst the uncertainty.

Madam Lilian could only blame herself for not fulfilling her duty as a mother. Hearing what she said, Sara looked at her with confused eyes. Madam Lilian held on tightly to her hand and spelled it out earnestly. "My child, everyone's life will not be smooth sailing and it depends on one's attitude in life. We must be optimistic, energetic, and live happily. Only then will we get to enjoy the beauty of life. Those who are conservative and negative will only live in the shadow of the past. Not only will there be no happiness, but they also lose the meaning of life." Madam Lilian sighed at that point. "My child, in fact, you are much more blessed than I am."

I'm sorry. "Just told me it's that if there's something that's going on something opposite is bound to happen so if there's something good that's happening something bad might happen this something bad happening something good might happen and then there's the in-between part where the optimal level where things are just going on an upward trajectory, not a downward trajectory so everything happens for a purpose if you live by faith and not by the ways of the world " I'm sorry you had to go through what you went through but you're a stronger person and you're the type of person I know. What is worse I know that mom is proud of the person that you have become and so am I

"Your skill needs refining? Tell that to someone who can tell the difference." "I would, but they're usually too insane to take note of what I'm really saying." His face fell and apology gleamed in his eyes. "Are you constantly thinking of the worst?" "Of course not!" I blinked in surprise, wondering why he would say that. "I think of myself as a pretty optimistic person, thank you very much." "Then why don't you accept the idea that you are strong enough?" "Because none of us ever are." I told him emphatically. "It doesn't matter how many times we've survived against them. One mistake is all they'll need. I can't afford to slacken, not even a little."

“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.

His shoulders felt heavy as he dropped them to sulk; not one thing had gone his way since he opened his eyes that morning, and it would only get worse; he knew it would because it always did. Ever since the problems started, being optimistic was thrown out the window, and being hopeful for something good to finally happen only triggered the universe to make something bad happen instead. One could only wonder why the pack that stood firm suddenly started crumbling to the ground. That question always led Lucius to one answer, and it was the pill he had the most difficulty swallowing.