optimism.

For the past 6 months (and counting), I have been waking up every morning/afternoon, shuffling sleepily out my front door and to my mailbox (in my pyjamas and slippers mind you) and feeling around hopefully in that small 10×10 space, hoping to find a letter addressed to me. And most mornings I find nothing. But I still continue the same old routine, morning after morning, day after day. I won’t give up hope damnit and you can’t make me!

If that isn’t optimism, than what is?