Often, I think of myself as an "optimistic pessimist". Yeah, it sounds like a contradiction, doesn't it? But to me, it seems as though it fits. I don't think of myself as purely optimistic nor pessimistic, and whenever someone identifies as such, there a few things that go through my mind. On one end, there's the "debbie downers" whom only see a negative outcome, and that nothing will change for the better. When I meet such people, I feel compelled to breathe life into that void of feeling and say, "Wait! Have you considered the other possibilities? Do you see the other positive avenues that still have a chance?" To me, someone whom can't shake negative views tends to drain me, as if I take on their negative feelings.
On the flip-side, for those that are more optimistic, I generally feel anxious inside around those people. Anxious in a way that I feel, "Yes! I really, really want to see this great thing happen! I want to see this change too!" mixed with a "But oh gosh, I'm so nervous this and that will happen and ruin the intended goal. Maybe I should express these concerns, but then again, I don't want to bring down your optimism." Usually, such things don't go favorably. Time and time again, I've encountered obstacles that totally screw up a certain goal me or my family are aiming for. One would think that after so many disappointments, one would develop a, "Things won't change for the better," mindset almost permanently. I, however, feel like a mental warrior that keeps shouting within my mind, "Keep going, it will get better!"
Metaphorically, I'm that blade of grass outside your yard. I believe I'll keep growing, and growing, but then I know, at some point down the road, some spinning blade of death will slice me in half. Yet, I know I can keep on trying to regrow despite intuitively knowing that blade of death will keep on spinning in the near future. But maybe, just maybe, that mower breaks down. Maybe that family moves away. That's the tiny optimism that sings in my mind while also having the content feeling of pessimism.
Possibly relatable to you all?
On the flip-side, for those that are more optimistic, I generally feel anxious inside around those people. Anxious in a way that I feel, "Yes! I really, really want to see this great thing happen! I want to see this change too!" mixed with a "But oh gosh, I'm so nervous this and that will happen and ruin the intended goal. Maybe I should express these concerns, but then again, I don't want to bring down your optimism." Usually, such things don't go favorably. Time and time again, I've encountered obstacles that totally screw up a certain goal me or my family are aiming for. One would think that after so many disappointments, one would develop a, "Things won't change for the better," mindset almost permanently. I, however, feel like a mental warrior that keeps shouting within my mind, "Keep going, it will get better!"
Metaphorically, I'm that blade of grass outside your yard. I believe I'll keep growing, and growing, but then I know, at some point down the road, some spinning blade of death will slice me in half. Yet, I know I can keep on trying to regrow despite intuitively knowing that blade of death will keep on spinning in the near future. But maybe, just maybe, that mower breaks down. Maybe that family moves away. That's the tiny optimism that sings in my mind while also having the content feeling of pessimism.
Possibly relatable to you all?