Optimism is hard. It is complex. It is fearsome and it seeks a gamble.
Yet optimism is pure. It is free. It is the fundamental piece of the tiresome jigsaw puzzle of life.
To be optimistic is easy. To remain optimistic takes courage. Albeit the trials and tribulations, the yielding highs and lows, we can lose sight of the meaning. We can be squandered. Damaged. Unpicked.
Yet we can regain control of the reins and choose to continue our journey towards the sun. We are indeed our own captain. We have to simply believe. To keep believing.
Optimism is fulfilment. Optimism is hope.
Optimism is not just the end of the journey, but the journey itself.
To view life as a whole, as a wonder. To see the beauty it can offer and fight the pain, we can finally appreciate the realism.
Dreams are not fantasy if you strive and make them a reality.
The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…