Pessimism seems like the smart option.
I convinced myself of this through seemingly logical reasons. I keep my hopes low, and my expectations lower. Staying in a constant state of disapproval and hopelessness was my only chance of avoiding disappointment.
But today, my sister sparked yet another wave of epiphany of just how much this was a self-destructive trap.
I wasn’t ‘keeping my hopes low,’ I was removing any chance of hope at all.
Disapproval only created distance, and maintaining a constant state of hopelessness was the root cause of the depressive spirals I seem to be prone to.
There are fruitful aspects to pessimism though. I consider situations critically, and with a firm voice of logic, and keeping expectations low is a surefire way of being content.
But how can I enjoy the benefits when I’m so deeply submerged in all the negative?
I used to believe that optimism was utterly exhausting and that optimistic people were surely faking it. But after taking an objective stance, I’ve come to realise how truly drained I am from my cynical self. I can only imagine how comforted and content the other side is.
I am not going to leave this to the imagination. I am going to hope and then I am going to take action.
I hope you do too.
This is truly inspiring, even though I only heard 'expect nothing and you'll never be disappointed' from a comedy show, but I thought about it and kinda took it to heart, I thought that it made sense. But in reality it just takes all the life out of living (Heh that sounds kinda stupid, but you get what I mean), life becomes meaningless without hope, hope that you'll get better at something, hope that you can make a difference, hope that you can be happy to be who you are without caring about the people around you judging you, and only care about the people who love and support you. Hope that you get to spend more time with your…