So I just try and fail and try...
School starts again in...oh, 3 days now. Well. 2.
I'm ready to get back. I always secretly harboured my genuine happiness about returning to school throughout high school. I need to get back. I need to be busy or at least pretend I am busy with something again. I looked up the meaning of angst. A feeling of dread, anxiety or anguish. I now think I have misused that word about a hundred thousand times. How angsty of me? Yeah thats not a word.
Someone called me optimistically naive the other day as well. So I looked that up too. I have a favourable outlook on events for a favourable outcome, which has been formed without experience. In other words, I am living in a dream world.
All I know, is that if I am someone's hope or the key to their future happiness, through personal or professional relations (I believe thats called a dual-relationship? or have I learned nothing in Foundations...) than whether or not someone else thinks it is worthwhile for me to be spending time on something, for as long as I believe it is a good thing, I will continue to do it.
Many people forget the most basic principle of any outcome. It only has to happen once to be considered successful. Whether you are trying to roll snake eyes, win the lottery, find true love, make that lifelong friend...one favourable outcome and all the bad preceeding it can possibly be forgotten.
So is it still such a bad thing to always wish for the best?