"Sorrow" is a poem by Abraham Lincoln which talks about how often people are sad, but they must believe they will be happy again. This reminded me about an quarrel I was having with my father the other week. I don't remember exactly what we were arguing about, except that we were talking about my college decision. I decided to go to Berry, and I think he asked how I knew it is the right place for me next year. I responded by saying that I couldn't know for certain. Then he kept pressing the idea that I might be unhappy there and what would I do. I said, "I could always transfer and start over, and would you stop being so pessimistic?"
Surprisingly, he began talking in code about how he had gotten hurt one time and always braced himself for the worst. (Even though I didn't know what he was referring to, it explained a lot.) Although I completely understand how life events can shape a person's perspective, I must admit, I was kind of disappointed by his response. Maybe it's just my naivete, but I honestly don't thing life is worth anything if you can't look forward to something. Hope is a marvelous thing. And if by chance you do get hurt, you just pick yourself back up, dry off the tears, look around for the next move, and go for it. Like Lincoln says, "You are sure to be happy again." Granted, some sad things will stay with you forever, but its the ability to continually look for happiness that really makes life worth living.
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