Yep, that's stage 2 for sure, Oddly, it doesn't really bother me much. I am such an optimist. I have a "feeling" everything will be OK and if it isn't, well, c'est la vie.
A friend of of mine in the music business remarked that the most optimistic people are musicians. They don't care too much about money, they just want to play their music and are optimistic that someone, somewhere, will hear it and want to hear more. They see a sunny future. There is something to learn in that sort of optimism.
But when the future is fading to darkness, how can someone in my condition, knowing the inevitable, remain optimistic. Well, consider the alternative, I could be a pessimist and brood about the future, but that would make me weak and deprive me of a good, and almost normal, life. My optimism gives me strength and the knowledge that a cure will be found, sooner not later
I am pretty sure it was Abe Lincoln who said that we can complain that rose bushes have thorns or we can rejoice that thorn bushes have roses. I can't add anything to that. Join me in my reckless optimism; You will find that it feels better.
"My life has been a series of well-orchestrated accidents; I've always suffered from hallucinogenic optimism."
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