Dear Diary,
I wouldn't be the first to tell myself that the idealistic notions of life that I often speak of are too naive, too simplistic and too myopic. Words can be easily created to express thoughts, but words can't always be translated to sentiments and actions. Words are dead, but sentiments and actions aren't. Words turn alive when acted upon by emotions. Words, they mean a lot, yet they mean nothing.

It's the little things in life that add up to make the difference - it is also the little things in life that we are oft to overlook. Perhaps every little meeting, every little action is already making waves of differences, just that these waves are so gentle and subtle that they go by unnoticed.

There is so much to say, but words fail me. Or perhaps, I just can't express them in the right manner. It is easier to be discouraged than encouraged, because that is human nature. Pessimism grant a false sense of security, but no matter its authenticity, it is still some sort of security. It's really difficult to look beyond the veil of negativities that shrouds our sight, but we have to.

Because life is more than the greyest clouds and darkest storms. Life is also about the soothing raindrops and beautiful rainbows.