I am a skipped needle on the grove of optimism. I’m tripping on the streaming beams of silver light that is emanating from the end of the tunnel of despair. I am the ‘control V’ of great news and ‘control C’ of great expectations. I bring faith reinstated, hope inflated, and love remunerated! Rejoice ye weary souls and prepare to be rejuvenated. Hallelujah!
So, yeah. I’m interested, engaged, and indelibly, incurably optimistic. Why?
Because Cynicism and negativity won’t get you a new job, but they may make you sick. At least if you are optimistic, you’ll be healthy enough to a job, when one comes along. Most important – you can see your options more clearly when you have an open mind. After all, the power of optimism is clarity.
Take the optimism of sailors and foot soldiers during the Victorian/Elizabethan times. They knew that there was little to be gained by ducking and diving for cover; you might very well be hit cowering behind the binnacle as you would standing stock straight at your station with dignity and honor intact. Well, okay. Maybe that’s a bit of a stretch, but you’d better have an ounce of optimism facing a maelstrom of musket and cannon fire lest you shrivel and do something distasteful in your boots. Optimism means facing your challenges with an open mind to success, survival. What sense is there in worrying about how bad things may get? Might as well bear up the armor of optimism and prepare your soul for the better future. Yes?
The power of optimism is that it breeds dignity and honor. Without it, people tend to throw over the hood of despair. And what does despair do, but lead us to disillusionment. In its own part, disillusionment has a far more nefarious role. When mixed with the rhetoric of cynicism and anger, it causes people to say and do stupid things. -HP
