Optimism Novels & Stories

“Come on, Sadie. Live a little. It’s just a train. What’s the worst that could happen?” I clutched the pole tighter as the train lurched forward, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Hallie stood in front of me, tipsy and glowing from the club, her short black skirt riding up her thighs and her tight crop top showing a generous amount of cleavage. She was always the bolder one… outgoing, adventurous, fearless. I was the shy best friend, still wearing my modest sundress that reached mid-thigh, cheeks already flushed from one too many drinks.

Optimist never talks about his troubles, instead, he’s always willing to be a good listener and help out a friend. “Why are you doing this buddy? What are you after?” Rhett muttered to himself as he watched Optimist talking to someone on the phone. And then when Optimist saw him, he raised a hand in greeting and Rhett waved back with a forced smile. He checked his pocket for his phone and he started typing so fast to a nameless contact. “I need a background check”

'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."

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.

I really need not to worry so much. After several hours, when the tantalising aroma of food and drink fills the air, a symphony of laughter and chatter permeates the night air. The vibrant energy pulsates as people effortlessly intertwine, their smiles illuminating the space. The infectious joy spills over, igniting an impromptu dance floor. In this moment, all the shadows of despair dissipate, and a glimmer of hope emerges, illuminating a future brimming with light and bliss.

Who am I? Seriously, every single thing. In tandem. Not quite right. Real. As a result of this unexpected insight, she stated, I believe I'm happy. "Is that so?" I am really overjoyed. It's novel. Embracing the present moment rather than constantly seeking fulfilment elsewhere.Take pleasure in it. Just in time for the next disaster to bring us all crashing down to earth. "Always optimistic." "Always realistic. There's a difference." They finished dinner. Walked through the Village hand in hand. Building something together. Despite complications. Despite scrutiny. Despite all the reasons it shouldn't work.