Almost there

I stop, think, and realize: I am in this state where this overwhelming happiness allows me to be infinitely more patient and extremely forgiving.

There's this sense of optimism I never knew I had--or was even capable of having. And when the bad gets worse, I know it still can't ever be that bad. Because anything bad, is not even close to offsetting this immense satisfaction. That knowledge that nothing can ever be that bad.

And I know this paradise is overwrought with pessimism in the sides, people who would constantly try to bring it down. But always--always, I find reasons to believe. To rationalize that it's just all part of the big plan.

It's a great feeling, knowing that finally, you're strong enough.