This might sound like another generic, temporary mood-influenced post, and something that directly opposes what I always say about hope that lacks sufficient reasoning. But this isn't something I would say if I didn't really believe it.
Something has happened. I'm headed not in circles anymore, but in a direction that will take me away from here. It's beginning. The thing is, it isn't hope, it's acceptance of the fact that hope is meaningless. The most powerful thing we can do when we lack confidence and doubt ourselves is to just move on anyway. Move on without hope.
My destination is probably entirely different from what most would believe based on this writing. Back when I was a child of about 9 years old or so, I remember thinking "I'll never go there." Then, at around 14-15, it started to become questionable. But now...... I'm really beginning to like it.