We’re used to relaying our doubts as apathy.

It’s easier to say “I don’t care” as opposed to “I don’t know.” Just because my teeth aren’t perfect, or my bank account isn’t endless, and my friends aren’t always there, I know I’ll get up tomorrow morning. I know my doubts pale in comparison to the things that will happen today, tomorrow, or even the next day. This is hardly optimism; this is simply the realization that good and bad are interchangeable. I’ve chosen to replace my glum with glee. And because of this, I can pass off my hopefulness as true, genuine passion for life, and every aspect of it.

And, if I am wise for viewing the looking glass through a perspective such as this one, well, then, so be it. I’d rather be a cheerful fool, than a miserable scholar.

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