A Silver Thread of Hope

I'm feeling really down today. I know, it’s not the first time, but I keep messing up even the simplest tasks, like uploading my daily progress at work. It's such an easy job that even a child could do it, but I messed it up and it shattered my confidence. When I first joined this company, I was so confident, but with each passing day, I'm turning back into my high school self, filled with self-doubt. Maybe I was overconfident and this is the universe's way of humbling me. I just know that I'm letting my manager down repeatedly, and it's tearing me apart because I pride myself on not disappointing those who trust me. I should probably feel embarrassed and ashamed, but I want to tell myself, "It’s okay." I want to pamper myself, hug myself tightly, and hold on to that single ray of hope. Without my optimism, I can't function. I wish I had someone to comfort me, to provide me shelter as I’m getting drenched by what people call "the usual life." I desperately want to curl up in someone's arms and cry, but since that’s not possible, I’ll find a corner and do it alone, talking to the walls. They say, "Even walls have ears," and maybe they will listen. Maybe someone is really listening to all my ranting. Maybe I am closer to something eternal and long-lasting. Maybe it's just a phase and everything will be okay and better soon. "What if I fall? Oh but my darling, what if you fly?" I'll always try to focus on the positive aspects of life because, as I said, optimism is a ray of hope, a thin thread I hold on to. I know it will guide me and take me to the shore, to the island where I’m meant to be, where maybe I'll be crowned and be the queen. Maybe.