A
long time ago, my mom asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I could have
said meteorologist or mathematician, two of my ideas for jobs, the latter my
current ambition. But instead, I said “an optimist”. There are a couple ways
that that simple sentence set me apart from a majority the human race:
Way one: The optimist part itself. The world is a cynical place for
the most part. Everyone is raving about global warming destroying everything
where if we just stopped eating, drinking water, using any type of machinery,
and passing gas, the world would be on the upswing in a year.
Way two:
The growing up part. At that point I may not have realized what I meant by that
answer. In this world, so far as I have observed, It becomes harder and harder
to be an optimist as you experience life’s problems. If you are such an
incredible optimist that you can remain optimistic throughout life, you can
truly call yourself an Optimysticist.
As
an optimist, I am optimistic that the world can change its cynical ways through
a combination of hypnosis and the cinnamon rolls at Mazzeti’s Bakery in Pacifica.
No,
seriously.
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