Patience

The commotion in my mind threatened insanity; it was the noise of naivete against gloss, of artificial versus truth, of emotion fighting reality, of emotion battling emotion, of meaninglessness opposing achievement, of hope relentlessly pushing fate. The disquiet in his heart, the notion of being in love made it no better. I dug into the paltry reserves of strength to sustain, to live and carry on. Hope pushing against fate like the winter sun
pierces through clouds, dark and heavy. Stubborn, persistent, infinite hope pushed against destiny. Slowly I was coming to terms with Life.