Your life can in fact come to a standstill. You’ll still be alive, just not living.
I’m in this rut. I told someone today, “don’t excuse pessimism for realism”. I wonder if their life got any better after hearing those words. I haven’t lived once since those words left my mouth.
It just might be the most controversial thing I ever said. Controversial mostly to me because now I have this endless debate.
I have been called pessimistic more times than I care to count. Of course it was a lie each time it was mentioned. I am a realist.
Did it overwhelm you as well? The amount of hypocrisy and pretentiousness in that statement. Because it’s keeping me up, literally. I’m trying to stick to a bed time (new year’s resolutions), but it is thirty seven minutes to midnight and it’s all I can think about.
Have I been living a lie? Unacceptable because ofcourse not. I have had very sound reasons for constantly being a Debbie Downer. I mean I’m thinking about all my reasons this very instant. Why we always have to look at the downside. A body must be prepared for anything, always….
But then again that does sound like the definition of pessimism.
So yes, my life is at a standstill. How do I make any decisions if my conscience is attacking my realistic notions. Screaming at me that it is pessimism.
And anyway, who goes around merry go lucky thinking of only good things. How is that possible. How does that happen. Teach me. I never saw a single cloud with a silver lining. They really are just clouds.