So I just watched a show, a powerful show. Eight episodes, finished it in 2 days.

I won’t get into the specifics, mainly because it’s late and I have an early morning class to get to tomorrow, and partly because the complex storyline isn’t quite relevant to my late night train of thought.

The story revolves around a girl who has been raped. The police officials, choosing convenience over righteousness, coerce her into believing her report of the rape was false, and that she had made up the whole incident to get attention. As a result, she is thrown out of her job, her apartment and in a moment, she loses everything. Her friends, her life. She even attempts suicide at one point.

In the end, though, this serial rapist gets caught 3 years later by 2 stunningly smart female detectives, the victim gets her drivers’ license and drives off into the sunset(quite literally).

My point is, that this show made me visualise the very thing I had been trying to tell myself this whole year.

No matter how bad things get, time passes. Time passes and people forget and there is always, always triumph of good over evil.

Always.

Call it blind optimism, whatever you want, but I believe that in time, flames turn into embers and people get what they deserve and there is good in this world.

You may find it hard to see the sun on a rainy day, but it’s there.

It’s okay if you all you did was breathe today, the next day, the whole week, the whole month.

It’s okay to not be okay.