The weather is getting nippy outside here in the northern hemisphere. Up in Canada and throughout the northern states of the U.S. there is snow covering the landscape. Here where I live there has only been cold rain, although that could change at any time now. Recently, I bought some cinnamon herbal tea, which has a delectable aroma as well as a scrumptious flavor. It’s fabulous for this time of year.
Yes, I know, many people, including writers, want coffee. It stimulates the creative juices. It gets those fingers working like Trojans on the keyboard. I’d drink it myself except it has a tendency to give me the jitters these days.
So… while you may be drinking your mug of coffee, I will enjoy my cinnamon tea today while we discuss optimism, pessimism, and realism as it applies to people’s general nature.
As a kid, I think I was an optimist. Despite the family money coming down to twelve dollars at the end of the month — if we were lucky — I always felt that tomorrow would bring something stupendous for me. Often it didn’t happen that way but neither were there many days when things were downright horrid either. Maybe it was a case of I didn’t expect all that much from my life on a daily basis. Or maybe it was just that I had everything I needed and the wants were forgotten so easily.
Were you an optimist as a child? Are you an optimist now?
Everything changed when I had the stroke that summer right out of high school — naturally. Anything to mess up my life more. Looking to the future at first was just horrendous. The future, when I tried to think about it was full of doom as far as I could see. Every little step I made forward I perceived as a small miracle. I became one of those people who prepared for the worst every single time and was astonished when something positive happened. My reasoning was that if I was prepared for the worst and it happened, it wouldn’t throw me for a loop. I’d just handle it, maybe not with a smile but at least with a little confidence. I became exactly the opposite of what I was as a child. I chose to be a pessimist. It worked well for me for several years. I ended up with more than my share of pleasant surprises.
Are you a pessimist?
It’s only been recently that my general nature towards life has made another shift, a shift that now I wonder why I did not make before. Maybe some of that wisdom that supposedly comes with age has finally sprinkled down on me. My life is not as exciting as it once was. In fact, most days are rather tedious, almost to the point of being colorless — just various shades of gray. Yet, it’s because of this very fact that I am more in tune with the small diversions in this world that I used to pass over without a thought, both the good ones and the bad ones. I realize now I’ve been missing out on some of the lessons I could have learned from the experiences I have had. Life is a mishmash of encounters, the good and the bad. Yet, this is just how we look at all of these incidences. Are some good and some bad? Or is it just our perception of these events in our lives. Each one has a purpose whether we realize it or not.
I have become a realist.
Have you come to this place in your life yet?