And the more I've thought about it, that sixteen year-old was probably right. I am naive. I am optimistic in the face of experience. I am hopeful. I am trusting. I believe people are basically good, even when they are profoundly screwed up.
Optimism comes at a price. My hope is sometimes met with heartbreaking disappointment.
But I know the sun will rise again tomorrow, even if I can't see it for the clouds.
And people can change.
And God is big.
And I am happier for believing in both.