I wear rose-colored glasses. I’ll be happy to admit it. These glasses are relatively new and they perfectly accessorize my colorful wardrobe.
I haven’t always been so optimistic. Most of my life I dwelt in a pessimistic darkness I called realism. I prided myself on my cool demeanor and my tough exterior. I took life as it came: living for today but not much more. My attitude was let’s party now before the world ends.
I even thought at one time the world would be better off without us. We humans after all have treated our planet so shabbily. Successful parasites have learned not to kill their host. We humans have not reached that pinnacle…yet, but I am rooting for us. I believe in us. I have a hope I didn’t have before.
I thought hope was for fools and dreams were for idiots. I had jaded myself intensely at a much too early age. My realism, interests and inquisitive nature has sent me on a lifetime fact-finding truth-seeking mission. I am compelled by thirst for knowledge more than anything. It is probably due to my Asperger’s. It is a trait I would not change for the world but I know It drives those around me a little crazy.
I used to be an avid news watcher, a political junkie and imaginary pundit since the 1976 presidential race when I was 6. I took an immediate and not really age appropriate interest in politics then, and I have always been that way. I abandoned the Sunday comics for the business section and editorial page. Being a media junkie at the time, growing up in the 70’s, I bought in to all that hype about global warming and overpopulation. I’ve been an avid earth watcher and I listened to the predictions. I wish our government had, but nevertheless I knew. I started hearing and learning more about a great many things.
The more I learned about the world around me the more I wanted to learn. I have this curse, or I guess a deficit in which I know a little about a lot. Which means I am the perfect example of why a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. At the age of 10, I was convinced Reagan would get us all killed in a nuclear showdown with The Russians.
I would smirk sarcastically at the old “duck and cover” movie bits. I knew there was no real way of surviving that way. I prided myself in my cool realism. I saw “The Day After” I knew what would happen after a nuclear attack, besides I “knew everything” at the time.
The odds were grim. I prided myself on my outside show of toughness but inside I was a quivering mess. I was convinced we were all going to die in the dreaded World War Three or worse yet…survive in some radioactive post apocalyptic nightmare. I began to read the works of Nostradamus and this only confirmed my suspicions.
The more I learned the more depressed I became, until I reached a saturation point…
…and life must go on and go on it did and after a number of years I found myself looking into the big beautiful blue eyes of my infant son. So loving…so trusting with such a full life ahead of him. He was depending on me and I had to get it together if only for him, and that is when I donned those rose-colored glasses. I’d be damned if I let him down. I felt I had no other choice but embrace optimism.
I will let Studs explain it…
“With optimism, you look upon the sunny side of things. People say, ‘Studs, you’re an optimist. I never said I was an optimist. I have hope because what’s the alternative to hope? Despair? If you have despair, you might as well put your head in the oven.”
As time goes by I see the results of this crazy optimism and it never ceases to amaze me….it works…it really works and I am a testimony to that.
I still have my dark moods, stick around and you’ll discover this, but every black cloud that rolls around in my brooding psyche has a silver lining and it did not just happen that way.
Whenever I see that black cloud sneak up on me I face it and take out my imaginary silver pen and line it with gusto and I’d like to think a flourish.
So, think me an unrealistic, sunny fool with an unduly cheerful, optimistic, or favorable view of things.
I am doing something I never thought I’d do–I’m drinking the Kool-Aid of positive thinking; colorful and infused with a certain satisfying sugary goodness that can only come with the belief in belief and it is delicious!
Tell me the world is going to hell in a handbasket–I’ll just smile, put on my rose-colored glasses and partake of the sweet nectar.
Optimism: Drink deeply, my friends.
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