Sometimes I want to close my eyes and take a deep breath in order to remember what it means to be alive. But instead, I remember that I don’t have time even for such pleasant things, and again I immerse myself in work. 

Moments of anxiety give way to unexpected calm. Only one thought appears in my head, whose name is "I can handle". I'll be in time. I'll do everything, and I'll do it well. I can handle. 

This usually happens after several hours of continuous work. As a reward for patience and perseverance. After midnight or even in the morning. I believe this thought. And I believe that everything I do cannot be in vain. Yes, sometimes I'm the most ardent optimist of all. But it seems that I'm too weak person to believe only in facts and at the same time feel good. 

Although, who knows, maybe this thought is a real fact. At least I have a chance to turn this into a fact. Because to make every effort and believe in your success is at least fair. And it's at most right.