Thoughts... 💭

 And yet... 

One of my tattoos reads:

"Love never fails..." from my favorite passage from the Corinthians... 

And I do believe this to be true with my whole heart... 

I guess the depth of my pessimism is directly correlated to the height of my optimism. 

Kiki Dimoula, one of my favorite Greek poets, once said the following in one of her interviews :

 "Are you aware who the biggest consumer of hope is? 

It's the pessimist. 

Nobody hopes harder than the pessimist!" 

And I think she was right... This resonated so deeply with me... 

A pessimist is a tender person with vision

The bigger the vision 

The bigger the tenderness, the deeper the pessimism in this world, in this age 

This world loves to discourage us! 

And the hope... Ahhh... 

The hope... 

It taunts you every step of the way like a mosquito when you are trying to fall asleep 

Doesn't let you settle in complete hopelessness 

It brings you back to the surface once more... 

Maybe it is this exact delicate process of this re-emergance that people refer to as "inner - strength" 

You fall 99 times and get back up 100 times 

I guess if you still believe in something strongly enough to persevere the dives and ascendings 

It means you are still alive inside 

Somehow... 

I don't know why or how... 

But I do believe... 

Deep down... 

In the mystical, hidden, protected corridors of my heart... 

I still believe in Love...