Today, I just want to stay inside.  I just want to enjoy my life, but it gets hard to do when we’re always being told what to do.  But I don’t argue.  We all have problems with life, sometimes.  But it's easier to just keep quiet.  And so, we become more reserved, apathetic, and scared to say what's really on our minds.  And I'm scared to say what's really on my mind.  I know enough to know that few things really matter.  And I know enough to know that I'd do a lot better if I could figure out what's important, before too much of this life is over.  I'm tired of losing sleep when I let my fears get the best of me.  Is there hope for us?  The pessimistic voice inside me reasons: “Oh, we're done, let's just give up…”  However, the potentially naïve but ultimately essential optimist inside me disputes this mindset, claiming, "No-- there's always hope for us, unless we give up."