Pain

My optimism is failing.

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There is hope, there is always hope.
Darkness always ends
Beauty exists

The sky, the water, the land, the unknown.
look beyond yourself. do not think of the negative.
Think of the beauty in your daughters eyes, the magic behind the omnipotent bird songs and the wisdom in a falling apple.