“What if it’s even better than you could imagine?”

In a time of persistent pessimism— it’s a hell of a thing to have hope.

You could call it a radical mindset when all the significant narratives are all doom and gloom.

It’s an arrogant thing to think you know what tomorrow will hold. Certainly, you can guess— and consider it an educated one at that. But to say that you “know” what’s going to happen?

Come on now.

If that was the case— I’d suggest buying lottery tickets and stepping into more casinos.

The hell of the thing about existing on the planet is the unpredictable nature of life. That’s how we get tragedies.

All of this is borne out of knowing that we’ll all die. That’s the single guarantee that we all share. There’s nothing else that we can agree on.

No one can be 100% sure about what happens next. You can have faith about what it is. You can hope. But no one knows.

And that is such a beautiful thing to share with one another.

It is the thing that should endear us to one another. To know amidst the pain and confusion— that there isn’t a settled answer for what’s beyond.

So fuck it, why not be hopeful? What’s the difference in cost if we all end up going to the same unknown place?