The Authentic Self

The way I think has changed somewhat. From pessimism to optimism, from despair to hope. That fire in my belly -- it's going out, but I do not wish it to. All those sticks of negativity I put inside long ago are running out, and the sticks of optimism are still wet and cannot be put in just yet. Stuck without fuel for the fire, I'm lost and confused, but have no choice but to keep trying to light it, lest I die of cold, cold, apathy.

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