Hope. Optimism. The silver lining. I need a positive vision of what I’m aiming for, otherwise I’m blindly fumbling about, making crap decisions, feeling like the world is against me and feeding a cycle of depression.
I grasped at all the clichés: It’s for the best; I’m better off without the drama; I can now get on with my life. But none of them stuck. I continued to be consumed by loss.
I’m drawn to the light. It gives me hope. I grasp at it. It slips from me. I move, change perspective.
No, I don’t mean a what-your-higher-self-got-up-to-in-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning dream. I mean your conscious dreams; those things that lift your spirit and make you feel alive just by…