Expect the best, aim high, make your own dreams come true. To an extent, I believed it. I absorbed it and lived it. But the truth is that optimism ruins everything.

If you aim low, and good things happen, you’re surprised.

If you aim high, and miss the mark, you’re supposed to make do with “at least I tried.”

If you meet someone with no expectations and that person is amazing, then you’re twice as happy as you would be if you always expected it. However, when you have high expectations, you’re almost always bound to be disappointed.

I’d like to believe in magic, always look at the bright side of the penny, know in my gut that the next opportunity is right around the corner, if only I could be patient. But everytime I dip a tentative toe into optimism, reality, like a snapping turtle, tries to bite my legs off.

And it’s like I said earlier, you think I would have learned by now: horse first, then cart. Somehow, it never seems to work the other way round.