I started note-to-self to celebrate small victories and realizations. Instead of becoming an end-of-week habit, it became an end-of-year compendium of things I’ve learned and things I’ve come to accept summed up in one sentence.
There are days when I wish optimism is a prevalent disease - easily acquirable when you come in contact with people who emit rays of sunshine. That there is no cure for it - a diagnosis meant spending the rest of your days believing only in good things instead of drowning in a sea of worries.
Granted, it’s like a double-edged dagger - highly unpredictable and dangerous. But in retrospect, it’s better to have been wounded by eagerness than by indifference.