When you remember why you live.

          Hope. The small word with huge force. The thing that keeps people living. All we hope for in our lives is for things to either get or stay better. You anticipate something, and have all the hope in the world for it to be incredible, and then it hits...and it doesn't turn out the way you thought it would. I've felt really negative for the majority of the past 2 weeks, and I just didn't have the energy to pull myself out of my mood. I need to pull myself out of the mood though.
            I don't know why, but sometimes everything easily disappears. So much progress and greatness can occur in your life, but all your mind wants to do is pretend it didn't happen. It's almost ridiculous how easily it can go away. Our head tells us to "Keep going." and "Do more.", but how can we do those things if we have no motivation to, because we don't give ourselves the time to reflect? Things may be bad in my head, and things may stay bad for awhile, but I can't let myself forget about the things I've done. For every moment of my life, I need to remember that I've accomplished things, I've done things that no other person could have done but me. No matter what happens, those things can't be taken away from me. I know that right now, I feel like I'm in an alternate universe, where writing books and helping people aren't supposed to be the priority, but dorm parties and meeting college students are; but one day I'll be able to fully live in my version of reality. There is this intangible feeling inside of my soul that makes me know that something better is out there for me. I know that it exists. When I get that feeling, I feel grounded; I feel hopeful.
        Life doesn't always work out. Things can be bad, and we panic because we realize they've been bad for too long, and we feel like we've been wasting our lives away. Sometimes, we don't want everything to be perfect, we just want one thing to be perfect, just to know that our definition of perfection exists. Life is short and unpredictable, but progress in it is something that can't be rushed along. I know that the things are out there, both big and small, the things that make me realize why I live. They are scattered all over the world and within myself, and seemingly exist just for me. But they're out there for everyone. Don't lose faith. Don't hate yourself. Everyone has a purpose, every one has the ability to make an impact. Small things can change days, can change lives. Although there are moments where it can be extremely hard to see what you're supposed to be doing with your life, you need to know that your purpose is still there. It never runs away from you; sometimes you just need to look harder to see it. If you care so much about what you're going to become, then you're trying. Be proud of yourself for that. Sometimes it can feel like you're sitting in a pitch black room, with your heart frozen in your chest-as if your life is ceasing. You need to take the step to make it begin again. You can find the spark that will make you believe. It's out there-it's all out there.