I am always hopeful that there will be something there.

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Some people call this being optomistic.

I hope for an unexpected package on the front door step.

For a surprise letter in the mail.

For a little bit of water left in my drinking cup.

Nope... drank it all already.

But why am I so hopeful?

Ten times out of ten there is nothing ever there.

Eventually, it would be reasonable to assume that there is nothing there and to not get my hopes up.

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And don't get me wrong. I'm not disappointed when there isn't anything. Instead, it is the reverse. I hope well… maybe next time…

Why? Why! Why?!

I'm not entirely sure myself.

I like to view my life as an adventure. And as part of that adventure, I am imagining all the possibilities for good things to happen. I expect good things to happen.

Even when there are bad things.

But I hope against hope.

I have a fearless desire for something unexpected to happen.

Through all the ordinary and routine things in life, I am looking out for novelty.

Perhaps it's that desire for the new that excites me.

Or maybe it is just that I want something worth writing about...

I don't know.

The ordinary is everywhere. The extra ordinary, now that you have to search for!

You have to have eyes that see it. Ears that hear it. A mind that accepts that it could exist. A heart to long for it. In a world full of bad news and negative reviews, there must be something more...

We see the images.

We have the dreams.

We make the memories.