The Vanishing Glass

There was a time when I used to be pretty optimistic. At least I used to think so. But as you grow up you start looking at things from different perspectives. And that is the reason why I hate growing up. I used to keep hope in the worst of the situations. Even when 36 runs were needed off a single ball in cricket. I used to had expectations from myself and the others. These were my driving forces… to keep me up. Then things happen. And things don’t happen your way. Things which you are sure about, to happen, don’t happen at all. These form small earthquakes near the left region of your torso. It really hurts. I don’t complain about that. It happens with everyone. But for me, I stopped using the word hope and now I do not have expectations anymore from anyone. Good thing — it does not hurt anymore. Bad thing — I am damn pessimistic now. And it feels a bit depressing too.