Today is the day to be impressed. I am invariably impressed by the hope of faith or better yet, the faith of hope.

Why is it that we keep going, against all odds, giving up so many times until only surrender to move forward is left? Is it built into our cells, to refresh and multiply even as it tears us down? Like some disease of the existential variety; a blissful and cheeky reminder that we grow regardless? The process differs but generally follows the same script. That once joyous sinking into nothingness - some people are actually only happy when they're sad - up to finding yourself submerged, your sad, sad drama being simply incidental shit paving the path for your next step.

Even when you can only muster a disillusioned grimace, you get up and take that first step. Followed by the next. Life is good, it echoes as you mantra your way through with everything is exactly as it should be. Good, bad, ugly - but invariably impressed by the faith that hope brings.