Creating that optimistic euphoria currently straying away from my sometimes cynical way of living.
What a way to live. How beautiful to live in a mindset in which rain is beautiful and grows flowers rather than a pesty waterfall of perspiration that thrives in only humidity and winter’s snow bite.
The importance of improving ones self can be dire or imperative depending on how you look at it. One can see improvement but it can also be seen as danger in the eyes of others.
My goal to be optimistic can very easily send me to a world where I am no longer realistic and I begin to lose meaning to what reality is.
There has to be some sort of balance. Once you start progressing to a more positive outlook, do you stop in your path, just before you reach lala land?
Who creates the standard of balance? Is it on a very large spectrum where one can see the middle?
Another one of those situations where I opt for the latter. Who really knows. You can’t assimilate the balance. Isn’t it up to the individual?
So then we will never achieve balance.
Or that may be my pessimism talking.