It's that part in the book
After the once upon a time
After the rough patches and climax
But now towards the part where
Everything becomes really good
I'm most certainly not a psychic
I can't predict how long it lasts
But then again
Don't we ourselves determine how long
We have the happiness
Can't we look at the big picture
And realize that it isn't so bad after all?
I hope that by now
You aren't rolling your eyes at my
Incurable optimism
Yet rather
You're saying to yourself,
'Oh, maybe she's right.
Maybe everything isn't so terrible after all.
I should be optimistic, too,
Because it's a pretty good thing to be.'
We're the writers of our own books
We bring the goodness
And the badness, too
We ourselves control
The things we do
The way we think
How we act
It's taken me sixteen years and a little over six months
To get that through my once narrow-minded head
Now that that realization is there
I can write the best story of my own
That I am capable of.
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