Romans & histoires Optimist

“I don’t know if I’m going to call him or not. Maybe it’s just a scam. I want my dream to be real so bad, but I can’t throw caution to the wind. You know, in case they don’t pan out the way I hope.” I get it, I really do. For someone like Nate, who’s been dealing with misfortune literally all his life, hope is scary. “Hey,” I call, breaking this faraway look he have on his face. I move so now I am facing him with my legs crossed yoga style between us. “I know it’s scary for you to hope, but I think it will worth it. You’ll never know if you don’t try.” A laugh gets past his lips. “That’s old,” he mocks my using of a saying.

I gave him a dejected, crestfallen look. "I don't know." He shrugged "Ever since you got here, all of us have been happy, there's something about you." He looked at my hands and took them in his, then faced up to look at me. "You are someone who is persistently cheerful and optimistic, even when given cause not to be so. Like right now, I know that you will grieve for a while about all the news and the related but then I knew you would have come out of your door and cheered us all up despite being sad on the inside yourself." He squeezed my hand and smiled at me.

I asked. “Being pessimistic is entirely different from accepting reality, Mia. Pessimistic people, like you, focus entirely on the negative no matter how beautiful life is. On the other hand, accepting reality, like me, means acknowledging that no matter how good or happy life gets, everything has a strict expiration date. So, until that limit is reached, you choose to be happy. You learn to appreciate what you have. You love what is in front of you because you never truly know when it will be your last moment together. It could be tomorrow, it could be later tonight, or it could be right now.”

“It is. If you don’t believe in it, if you don’t work for it, then it won’t become reality.” I smiled wistfully, wondering if I’d ever been this optimistic. “Don’t blame this on me being young,” she warned, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “Being positive is not a trait of the young. You are being a grumpy old man by choice.” A laugh burst out of me. Isadora smiled. Then she became unguardedly hopeful. “Jude, I want to be happy. I want us all to be happy.”

Sebastian, with a hopeful tone, chimed in, "Let's not throw in the towel too soon; we can, at the very least, give it a shot." His words carried a glimmer of optimism, a rallying call to uplift the spirits of the team. In the midst of uncertainty, his attempt to infuse encouragement into the atmosphere became a beacon of positivity, gently pushing against the prevailing sense of resignation.

I asked, almost in a whisper. He glanced at me, then back at the book. “Because I believe in Him,” he said softly, smiling—not a smug smile, but something distant, full of warmth I could never seem to hold on to. God. I believe in Him, too… but maybe not the way Hade does. Maybe not enough. Not anymore. “And someone taught me to be an optimist,” he added. “I’m really glad she did.” There was something in the way he said she—a soft reverence, like the memory still lit something in him. It made me ache. I wonder if anyone would ever speak about me like that.

Gigantor asked. I shake my head, “Father has always been an optimistic person. He never wavers in his faith that no matter how bad someone's actions seem, everyone is capable of redemption. He never gives up hope for the people he loves, remaining steadfast in his view that there is a chance for everyone.” Everyone was at their wit's end and I was feeling the same. I heaved a deep sigh and glanced around the palace in exasperation, when a thought clearly materialized in my mind.

I said, after some thought. "That's okay with me." He said. "Yes!" I said as I bounced up and down with excitement. Liam laughs. "You're cheery today." He states. "I'm always cheery." I reply. "Well, that's true, but you are more cheerier." He said. I giggle. "Liam, that is grammatically incorrect." He furrowed his eyebrows in a cute way. "What is?" He questions. "You already said 'cheerier', you didn't need to say 'more' before it." I explain.

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

Never Again 🌷 “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