Managing Hopes

Let’s face it, we all need a little bit of hope here and there to be happy. There is no joy in being a Debby Downer all the time. However, when does this optimism become too much that you are living in la-la land?

When life kicks us down, our first instinct is to brood on it. After a while, there is a high tendency to look for the light at the end of the tunnel. It comes to us in a way of “oh? It really can’t be that bad.”

I have started to really dislike complainers. I do my best to avoid people that complain all the time and cannot see the bright side to any situation. Some of these people refer to themselves as “realists”- (denying the fact that they are actually pessimists). And while I also consider myself to be a realist, I cannot deny the fact that my optimism is more than my pessimism; mainly because I reach for hope with almost all of my heart.

If there is anything that depression taught me, it is the power of hope. Hope is a mandatory emotion for growth, sanity and life. Without hope, there is almost no life worth living. I have had to cling on to all the bits of hope I have left to pull myself out of the depression blackhole. When I started to hope, my life gained a bit of colour and everything around me started to look less grey.

However, lately, I have been feeling like my hopes are a waste of my energy and I’ll explain why. Despite my mind conditioning to see the bright side of every situation, I have faced my fair share of knock downs regardless. Now, I feel as if I drive myself to these knock downs with my excessive hope in every one and everything.

At which point do you slap yourself to come to the reality of the conditions life presents you with? That the light at the end could also be a train coming fast to knock you down?

Yes, hope is beautiful bla bla bla, but hope without actions or evidence to back it up is a fairytale.

When I get in phases where I rely more on optimism rather than logic, I find myself becoming nonchalant, unbothered and even reckless about life. The light at the end of the tunnel starts to look dimmer. Honestly, I can be quite stubborn about my views; and now, I have no idea what I’m doing anymore.

Actions speak louder than words; opportunities speak louder than wishes.

Am I being too optimistic in my prospects, decisions and abilities? I have to be honest with myself. Lay out all my cards as they truly are rather than what I want them to be. I have to keep an open mind to outcomes and changes while working hard. I have to open my eyes, ride the wave as it comes and manage my expectations.

This is not a magic show. Life is not a bed of roses and even when it seems like it is, it’s important to remember that roses have thorns too.

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