For me to be optimistic, when I am so naturally a pessimist. I think I fancy myself particularly sharp, or something, when I point out the fly in the milk, and I think of optimism as settling for lower standards, or allowing yourself to be happy without justification.
But really it isn’t that at all. Optimism is being able to rise above all the small stuff, allowing yourself to be happy, and just plain letting go and loving life.
I really, really hope I can get there.
