How hopeful are my dreams? Maybe I am no good,no good at all.Maybe the airs I give to myself are beyond what I am capable of.How can I know that the dreams I dream shall someday not come apart,like so many dreams have in the past?
Life does not always obey the law of averages,but in a lifetime,somehow everything is evened out,all scores settled,well in most cases at least.This does not necessarily guarantee that one pathetic day will alternate with one equally wonderful one.Such is the nature of the lives we lead.This unpredictability is one of the things I cherish about life.When you can see the future,then do you really have a future?
Hope is the drug that keeps me going,though I may not project my faith or wear it on my collar,I do feel it.I know that I may fail and that in a way provides a boost,whether ultimately it helps is another question.
It is a strange feeling when I look into the mirror and ask "how good am I?",and the mirror like it always does,stares back with the silent wisdom of a sage.What reference is there to make a strong comparison?-none I believe.In such a situation I can only try to be better,though this is an abstract thought,but still it is somewhat of a goal,one that is ever changing yet in more ways than one-never changing.
