I seem to always trust that things will work out as they are supposed to; that events, occasions or happenings will happen, as they should, and maybe when they should). Naive; perhaps, but it is, hope that motivates my intentions. Optimistic: yes, I suppose I am.
So, when something doesn’t happen (something that should) I am more than not left wondering.
Why? The obvious and easiest question. Was I expecting too much or anticipating what should not have been?
Always with the questions. Infrequently with the answers.
Should I rearrange my positivity or investigate my reality?
Is fate to be queried, or even my beliefs. Do I puzzle the conundrum while I search for some relief?
Do I keep believing? I must. For when you no longer believe, you give up hope. And I refuse to be hopeless.
01/26/2026 j.g.l.
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