Post-Card Sentiments

I've been dwelling a lot recently on that letter I received a few months ago. It was full of warning signs regarding things like depression, loneliness, and self-questioning in one's life after college. At the time, I found the sentiments disturbing and overly pessimistic. I wrote a reply in defense of optimism. It's been a while since I've heard from my correspondent.

I spend most evenings blurring past the dashed lines of the highway, feeling crushed by the intermittent sensations of boredom and being overwhelmed by my situation. I want to send a post-card saying, "YOU WERE SO RIGHT!" In giant letters, just like that. Defeat in these situations is utterly demoralizing. Sometimes optimism has to take a back seat to reality, I suppose.

I must remind myself, I will always have hope. I will cling to it like a board from a ship-wreck on a stormy sea. I'm grasping at splintering wood, because there's nothing else to keep me from drowning in open waters.