The weird thing is that I don’t really have a single thing in life to be mad about. I keep thinking to myself that there are starving kids in other parts of the world that have it so much worse off than me, and I’m sitting here complaining about a temporary serotonin deficiency. That doesn’t seem to ease the pain though.

I think its purpose that makes us hopeful in life.  Something to look forward to, and knowing that we are driven by something gives us an enormous amount of motivation and hope.  But what is “hope” It can be defined in a number of ways.  It’s the denial of reality for some people.  When I say reality, I mean the fact that growing up, perhaps your parents said, “That just isn’t possible.  You don’t need to do that.”  But you did it anyway.  That’s hope.  Doing what others think can’t be done.  How many of us don’t try things because we are afraid of ridicule or what people will say?  What if great minds had felt that way?  We’d be stuck in the dark ages.  Never give up.