Wish *0009
When we express hope as a “dream,” it somehow takes on the feeling of a goal that's hard to reach. The subtle differences between similar words offer a kind of obsessive satisfaction—like fixing a minor misalignment that only the writer notices.
Readers don’t usually dissect things with such precision. And even if they do, they don’t see it as a serious flaw. It’s just the writer’s ambition, a private pursuit of self-contentment.
The world feels like that, too. It’s not nearly as harsh as the amount of worry and stress I pour into it. There are always far more good people around than we think. There are always plenty of reasons to feel joy and gratitude, too. But instead, we focus all our energy on what makes us uncomfortable—making life harder for ourselves, and even more so for those around us.
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