It’s not going to happen.
Statistics, logic, reason all dictate it won’t come true.
And yet there’s a small part of you that believes, part of you that says “fuck it, I’m going after it anyway.”
You know it’s foolish, illogical. You’ve tried and failed countless times. It’s never gone your way.
And yet, you still believe.
You still have hope.
A fool’s hope.
A Toast: To the Fool’s Hope