The Things We Own
I have finally fumbled upon the concept that lies directly between optimism and pessimism. It is neither blind delusional hope, nor a twisted realization of what will "probably happen." It's not a grey area, either. It's really a concept in which everything is either black or white. Through this concept, the only grey in the world is the collision of the facts: while one good thing in your life is touching you, another bad one pulls you down. I think I've finally risen above that collision. I'm more willing to watch what's going on, and watch it for what it is.
The real truth of the matter is that I've been living out my funeral my entire life. It's a ridiculous thing to do, to plan for the end. Sometimes it's truly easier to prepare yourself so much for the pavement at the bottom of the fall that you don't even take the time to realize what a great view you have at the moment.
I realize that this concept has probably been realized- naturally to some and indirectly by others- but to me it's really a breath of fresh air. Maybe I am stopping to take a breath like I would've the other way. Just a little more forced this way.
The real truth of the matter is that I've been living out my funeral my entire life. It's a ridiculous thing to do, to plan for the end. Sometimes it's truly easier to prepare yourself so much for the pavement at the bottom of the fall that you don't even take the time to realize what a great view you have at the moment.
I realize that this concept has probably been realized- naturally to some and indirectly by others- but to me it's really a breath of fresh air. Maybe I am stopping to take a breath like I would've the other way. Just a little more forced this way.