Random Blog Of Life

Day Twenty One

The end of week three.
Week three was horrible.
Hopefully next week will be better.
I'm tired of feeling like crap.
I'm tired of being stressed out.
I'm at the point where if I smile, its fake and you can tell it's fake.
You can tell something is wrong.
Maybe not if you aren't looking correctly.
*sighs*
Moving on.
We are almost there to the end of the month.
I don't know if I should feel excited or not.
I just feel like I'm here.
No emotion.
Not seen.
Just here, like I'm nothing but an object in people's way.
I found a quote by Aristotle that I hope will be helpful.
Quote:
Hope is a waking dream.
-Aristotle
I am not sure what exactly it means.
At the moment I don't even know if I have hope.
We all need hope at some point.
To give us some belief that things will turn out right.
Hope keeps us moving in some way.
Keeps our heads up.
Not all the time.
We all lose hope at some point.
The question is once it is lost, is it possible to get it back?
How do we exactly gain some hope, if any at all?
Is it possible to try to create hope from nothing?
Is hope like a waking dream?
As I think about it, hope is like a dream.
Dreams we create to make things better or what we want.
Dreams are a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hopes are the same.
Hopes are a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hopes show us that there is a little light. That there is a door a little open, so we can go through it.
The quote is true then.
Hope is what Aristotle says, a waking dream.
Well I have some hope that next week will be better.
So I'll end it here with repeating what the last quote was from yesterday as a reminder of what it was.
Quote:
"We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you."
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
*Puts aviator sunglasses on*
Ciao!
~Raiden