Hope is a Dream that Never Sleeps

I usually try to do everything on my own. The truth is, I really don’t know how to ask for help. I keep what I’m doing under wraps and only speak up when its success is confirmed. Now I finally understand why: fear and pride. Even if I’ve told myself otherwise, I’ve been afraid of failing and embarrassing myself, thus wounding my pride.

I have moments when I’m entirely depressed by the state of the world and wish that the Doctor would come with his pretty, blue TARDIS and take me on adventures to different worlds. Earth seems completely hostile - how is it possible for this planet to support life? Everyone on it seems completely self-serving.

And then I realized something.

This isn’t true at all. The world may be in a bad state, but there are people trying to fix it (even if they come up against some opposition).

But even in everyday life, people can be - and are - extremely kind and helpful. I want to take this moment to thank every single one of them - the friends who I’ve had for years, the friends I’ve made just recently, and the complete strangers I had email exchanges with.

I’m incredibly lucky to have such people in my life.

I love to help people. I’ve been known to drop what I’m doing to help someone else because I want to help. I’ve never judged anyone who’s asked for my aid. In fact, I’ve been overjoyed at being trusted enough to help. I don’t know why I ever thought other people might not think the same way.

People love to help. It’s amazing what they’ll do for you if you just reach out.