THE OPTIMISTS
So what happens to a Dream differed? Does it wither and dry up like a raising in the sun? Or it fester like a Sore and then run. Does it stink like rotten meat Or it crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet? May be it just sags like a heavy load Or does it melt over like snow on a plain rocky ridge? Most times I try to encourage my self to wait for the out comes of my hustles and then life feeds me with a couple of rejections I mean how can you even keep you self motivated when all your efforts seems not to bring results , how do you explain to your self to awake and try again without any guarantee it wont end up in vein But today I have come to understand that no road to succes is rosy sweet, infact it has never been rosy at all, And out of the many failures we should never forget to celebrate that one achievement. Society is only fun for the optimists to thrive.