When I think about who I really am, I would say I am more of an optimistic person. Life has not always gone the way I expected, and there have been many times when things didn’t work out for me. But somehow, I always find a reason to believe that things will get better. I may cry, feel tired, or even lose strength for a while, but I never fully give up. There’s always this small voice inside me that says, “Keep going, it will all make sense one day.”
I remember a time when I studied so hard for something that truly mattered to me. I put in everything, my time, my effort, my prayers. But in the end, I didn’t get the result I wanted. I felt crushed. I locked myself in my room and cried so much because it felt like all my efforts were wasted. But even as I cried, I kept telling myself that maybe this wasn't the end. Maybe it was God’s way of redirecting me. And truly, months later, I got another opportunity that turned out to be even better than what I was hoping for the first time. That experience taught me that disappointments are not the end of the story.
To be honest, there are days when I do feel weak and confused. There are moments when I think about the things I’ve lost or the people who have hurt me, and I feel like staying in bed and not talking to anyone. But somehow, I always find my way back to hope. Sometimes it comes through a kind word from a friend, a quiet prayer, music or even just sitting in nature and remembering that life goes on.
Optimism for me is not about pretending that life is perfect. It’s about choosing to believe that even after a storm, the sun will shine again. It’s about seeing pain but still choosing to smile. It’s about trusting that every step, even the painful ones, is leading me somewhere good.
So yes, I’m an optimistic person. Not because my life has been easy, but because I’ve learned to see light in the middle of darkness. And that belief keeps me alive, keeps me going, and keeps my heart strong even when things fall apart.
