"cause in the end the ash falls of the cigarettes, the sun still sets.."

so after a talk with a friend last night, i couldn't stop thinking about our conversation. he said that eventually things usually work themselves out the way it's meant to be. but what if all the things that i hope are still going to do this whole "work themselves out" really have nothing left to work themselves out. what if that was the end. i put so much hope into something that may or may not even exist. what if that was the way things were meant to be. how do you ever know. how are you suppose to know. i wish there a sign with these kind of things. and i know that your not suppose to ever know. but why not.
it takes so much just to have faith in something, in anything. to believe that everything will be alright...that life's got your back. to have faith is to have so much strength, so much acceptance, so much gratitude.