I’ve always thought of myself as an optimistic person. I try take a positive view of people, events, or conditions and hope for the most favorable outcomes.
I look for the good in people. I try to see the bright side of things. I perceive the proverbial glass filled to the halfway point as being half full rather than half empty.
I believe that my attitude and actions can, and often do, result in positive things happening and that I am responsible for my own happiness.
That said, while my nature is to be optimistic, I’m not some sort of Pollyanna who is an unrealistic optimist. Unlike Voltaire’s Dr. Pangloss from Candide, I don’t subscribe to the notion that everything is for the best in this “best of all possible worlds.”
Nor am I so naive that I play the “everything-will-be-terrific” game. I don’t talk about how wonderful things are or how terrific everything will turn out when faced with genuinely bad or unfortunate events.
I don’t overlook real problems and issues that need to be addressed. I understand that, in certain circumstances, positive change cannot be achieved, and I am able to accept that.
But, all things considered, I am optimistic. The sun will come out tomorrow.