What happens when you are an optimist who sees the worst and the best in people? Do you get jaded? Do you get frustrated and resentful? Do you just figure their bad day is not connected to you? They are having a bad day and that’s okay because things are generally all good? Are you past your nonjudgmental phase, resigned to the fact that everyone must have sufficient baggage to sink a battleship?
I think at one time or another I have felt all of these things more or less simultaneously. Is this a study in contradictions or just an understanding of simple human nature? Are we not some balance of both tendencies, depending the day, hour, or minute? Are we convinced the next great thing/relationship/job is out there for the taking? Or are resigned to the fact there is no great thing or it will turn to shit or sabotage anyway and why bother? I think this is where we make up our mind and when we flip the coin and predict, it determines our overall general inclination. And I think that is what makes me somewhat optimistic. I know when I see the next great thing, I go out and grab it. Because its amazing. Because it’s there. A Scot once said to me “what’s meant for you won’t go by you” (I am paraphrasing this sentiment, this Scottish saying). I believe it’s there because I have seen it and it has been tangible and the sensation of its possession is palpable; I am cynical with the whole carpe diem thing, however: I am pretty convinced I may not see anything like it again. Nothing this good happens twice.
Yep, I am just another hopeful cynic….