from The Secret of Life

i am not the happiest person. in fact, in the battle between joy and misery, i'd say that the latter often seems to prevail. i don't like this, and everyday i refuse, for the eighty millionth time, to put up with another minute of it. but the world does what it does, and i often find it disagreeable. after all these years, i'm kind of resigned to that.

but i do have one thing on my side: i have enormous faith. and hope. i am not speaking of the kind you find in church or in the afterlife or in heaven or in the King James Bible or in the Hare Krishnas that we all encounter changing flights in the airports of the world. i am speaking of a simple faith that says that one way or another, no matter how many times i stumble and stub my big toes, somehow life is going to work itself out.

the secret of life, elizabeth wurtzel