Optimism Novels & Stories

I had never been more scared of losing a person than I was right now, he was all I had now. “I don’t know”. He replied. He guided me gently so I was facing him. “I don’t know, but I’d like to believe that we have long enough live, to be happy”. He said to me. “I’d like to think we have a lot of time to make things better”. I nodded. His optimism was contagious, or it was so because I desperately needed to hear something positive. “You will be alright, Alexa, we will be”. And I nodded once more.

A spark of something forward-moving. Hope.

'Promise Yourself: To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel that there is something in them To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best. To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile. To give so much time to the improvemen

" You'll find all of the following thoughts negative. Give it a try, and it will work The person in the future - from today - from this second, you have to: become fun; And the optimist. Why ? Because there has to be someone in this role, otherwise everyone will be frustrated. This life is hard and fierce. Someone has to take over the load-lifting job; morale support; push depression. So who will take on this role? You are ; You are. This person is I know I know . You will sit now, as you read the book, and say V.I

"The First Born said we would have multiple attempts if needed. One failure does not mean total disaster." "But multiple failures might drain us too much to succeed at all," she countered. "Dusk, please," her brother Dawn said tiredly. "Can you try optimism just once? Just for today?" "I am being realistic, not pessimistic. There is a difference." "There really is not."

“No, you’re not. You’re looking at it like it personally ruined your life.” Despite everything, I smiled. “Maybe it did.” She chuckled and set her book aside. “Any luck?” I shook my head. “Nothing.” Her expression softened immediately. “Something will come.” “I feel like you’ve said that every day this week.” “I have.” “And?” “And eventually I’ll be right,” she replied. I laughed despite myself. That was one thing I loved about Maya. The woman could find optimism in almost anything. Meanwhile, I could find disaster in almost anything.

Nicely played. Still, I considered it a bit of an unfair characterisation. It wasn’t that I was a negative person, it was just that I was surrounded by a bunch of hopeless morons constantly putting my life at risk. It’s enough to get anyone down. At heart, I’m an optimist. I truly believe life could be amazing if people left me the fuck alone. “You’re right, you could fuck things up if it’s a delicate moment. But that’s the whole point of experience. We’ve been in enough tight spots for you to be able to know when to shut up and when not to.”

We lay there in the dark, not touching, just existing in the same space. "I'm tired, Marcus. So tired of running and hiding and being afraid." "I know." "What if it never ends? What if we're always looking over our shoulders?" "Then we do it together. Stronger as a team." "That's very romantic. Also possibly naive." "Probably both." Despite everything, I smiled. "How do you stay so optimistic?" "Practice. Years of convincing myself things will work out." "Do they? Work out?" "Sometimes. And when they don't, we survive anyway."

But I wаѕ орtіmіѕtіс, I had tо bе. Going іntо this I knew the сhаnсеѕ оf success wоuld bе slim, but I hаdn’t wоrkеd hard thе last thrее years for it to bе аll for nothing. Elіjаh wаѕ hіѕ usual over орtіmіѕtіс ѕеlf. I соuldn’t fault hіm іn his ѕеlf-bеlіеf, thоugh I wished I wеrе so ѕеlf-аѕѕurеd about іt аll.

As we confronted the impending danger together, the secrets, the distance, and everything else that had separated us seemed to disappear. I put my palm over his and reached out, enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine. "We will overcome this," I stated in a firm tone. "And they'll be sorry they ever underestimated us when we do." His eyes met mine with a new resolve, and a tiny smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he grasped my hand. I was certain at that moment that we would confront whatever happened next together. And I experienced optimism for the first time, the conviction that perhaps—just possibly—there was a future for us beyond the deceptio