I have so little hope of a conscientious person finding peace in this life that my life has infinite potential to surprise me, and I cling to that.
Every day I wake up, I don't yet know until I know whether I've slept in, what the weather is like, whether my hair is untamable, whether my clothes will match and fit well, whether I'll be able to find what I need on time, whether I'll have time for breakfast, whether I'll get deathly ill at the last minute and will still get points docked from my participation grade because I didn't email my professor before class. And that's just the first two or so hours of my 16 hour day.