I believe I can fly

Two huge rocks were thrown at my back while I biked in Chicago. It was nighttime and I couldn’t see who threw it. I fell off my bike and started bleeding from my hands. I began to cry. And on top of it all, I still had homework to do…

 

Optimism doesn’t mean to be happy all the time or to believe that everything is going to be okay. Because not everything is going to be okay. It means you need to be grateful for whatever happens and not let it throw you off your bike. When you’re late for work and the train is delayed, instead of cursing to the sky, look outside and admire the scenery. Being angry isn’t going to help the train move.

 

When the rock hit me, yes I was angry at first. Who does that? But then, I told myself, it could’ve been far worse and I was wearing my helmet. And that sort of thinking stopped the injury from being not just physical but mental as well. 

 

Life is hard enough. Not everything is going to be okay. And you can’t control that. But you can control how you react to it. 

 

 

Be grateful. And fly.

 

-Happy Monday-