23. Hope springs eternal.
I’m not the world’s most positive guy. Cynical to a T. Kinda dark, kinda negative. But in my core, at the center of who I am, there’s a flame that never goes out. It flickers in the darkness waiting for someone to come along and fan it. Occasionally it feels the wind and brightens up the rest of me, but those winds, like most, die down and the flame dwindles.
Lately though, I’ve been fanning it myself hoping to brighten the room. Now the winds have picked up and I aim to see if I can’t spread this flame and turn it into a raging fire.
