Sometimes you just have to tell yourself that optimism suits you. Looking for hope in crevices and nooks of the world is okay, it is okay, it is comforting. You are allowed to make squealing yellow sunflowers your aesthetic personality trait and drink liquid sunshine for breakfast instead of cookies wrapped in cynical newspapers on sunny days.
The world is in tatters and the news articles do not make it better, you don’t want to live through historical events that breed violence, you don’t want to live in the world where humanity is blindfolding itself before it self harms.
But, but, cynical existentialism is exhausting. So exhausting. Darling, you are allowed to be exhausted, rest your heavy head and dream of halcyon days. Dream about sharing oranges with your friends and taking a walk on wetlands to explore migratory birds. Dream about car rides with your head resting on shoulders that whisper your existence alive with love. Dream about peace so peaceful that silence is taking a cat nap.
We will build our own safe space like lego puzzles, it will be artistic and wonky but it will smell of us, it will smell of home. We will burst of warmth like flower buds in pollinating season. We will shimmer like pixie dust so bright that happiness will come up to us to take notes. We will. We will.
There are stitches of survival in our sinews and vials of “better days” on the bedside table. We will take our night medicines, we will heal.
Look in the mirror, darling. You rock optimism, blow a kiss, we will get it. We will. We will.