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.