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Maybe Hope Isn’t A Waste Of Time?
Even if things seem bleak…are they actually bleak? That’s the million dollar question you must ask yourself during every storm in your life.
On an unconscious level we literally beg for the worst outcomes to manifest in our reality because we need them to justify our addiction to being pessimistic and miserable. Still, despite our doubts there is no such thing as impossible.
This very universe is a miracle that was created out of the most bleak of situations. I don’t claim to know how it came into existence, and to be honest I really don’t care; I believe every theory has some truth to it. But creating a whole damn universe from scratch with an innumerable number of life forms that coexist is quite amazing, I think!
Every single human being on this planet was born despite the many life-threatening risks associated with pregnancy and childbirth. Currently there are eight billion living, breathing, walking miracles, y’all!
Shit, even the planet we reside on is a fucking floating rock that manages to never collide with the other floating rocks in the universe, and yet people need religion to believe in miracles?! And what’s crazy is that they still don’t believe! Like, Jesus walking on water and raising the dead wasn’t enough for y’all? Then why even follow his ass?
