On A Good Day.....

I wake up feeling that this is just a phase and it's going to pass.

On a very good day, I actually believe that things are going to get better very very soon and eventually, everything is going to be alright again.

On a good day, I look at the glass as half full and convince myself that uncertainties might not be a bad thing afterall. They can also mean possibilities.

Because nothing is certain, anything is possible. On a good day.

On a good day, I get a glimpse of the person I once was and believe that one day, I can be her again. Confident, happy, thankful, and most of all, someone who still has faith.

Then on the bad days (note: plural), try as I might, I lose all abilities to see the goodness in life and people. Or anything, for that matter.

For the past months or so, or for as long as I can remember, bad days seem to outnumber the good ones. By a long shot.

Today happens to be one of the good days. Simply because it's the first day of a new month.

The beginning of something always makes me feel hopeful, again, because of all the possibilities. So much so that I almost believe there is indeed rainbows after every storm.

And maybe, just maybe, there is a pot of gold at the end of each rainbow.

Then I remember what Morty said in Click (2006):

"He's always chasing the pot of gold, but when he gets there, at the end of the day, it's just corn flakes."