There’s something to be said about having complete blind faith in things working out.
I have always tried to have blind faith while simultaneously worrying myself sick about the outcome.
Everything happens for a reason, right? Everything is predetermined? Doesn’t matter if we turn left or right because we’ll still end up here in the end?
Everything is connected, right? We throw a piece of trash on the ground and the entire outcome of the universe changes?
Either way, whatever happens happens.
I am tired of exhaling and then getting more bad news. Of breathing and then being punched in the gut.
There’s something to be said about having blind faith that everything will be okay in the end.