Everything comes eventually to an end. From the smallest to the largest. I remember being younger and suffer from the Sunday blues. In simple terms, a kind of despair brought by every weekend ending. It usually started around Sunday afternoon, me feeling sluggish and dragging myself until late evening doing my best to delay the end of the day. It may sound silly, but it was kind of a big thing during my teen years. If I close my eyes, I still have an image of myself laying do

I am a realistic, not an optimistic. Have you ever thought it or said it to someone? Often we look at optimism as the practice of fools. You are so naïve! – you probably said it to a co-worker when they quit their job to follow their dreams or a loved one when they lend money to a friend. Does it mean they have no regard for reality? Or is there something else they know that we do not? I believe it is none of the above. One can be an optimistic and see things as they are, yet