What It Means To Be An Optimist 🌻

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I'm the kind of person who believes that the world is a beautiful place. I choose to see the best in a situation. No matter how gloomy things may appear, there must be a silver lining somewhere. As an optimist, I want things to work out and I keep that hope in my heart. This doesn't by any means indicate that I'm blind to all the catastrophy and cruelty that goes on in the world. I've seen things and heard things that have shaken me to my core.

Often I read books and watch movies that don't sugarcoat suffering and that depict life realistically. Being an optimist doesn't mean turning away from reality in order to live in an injustice-free utopia. When I read stories where the characters go through painful events, I feel their pain and frustration. But throughout, I hold the faith and hope that they will rise up and their lives will change for the better. In spite of the sheer hopelessness that surrounds them, I refuse to give up.

Being an optimist means being surrounded by despair and still keeping your fingers crossed for a spark of hope. It means standing in the rain and turning it into your own sunshine. Being optimistic doesn't mean always smiling. It means crying your heart out while believing that your tears will make your garden grow.

An optimist isn't blind. An optimist sees and still believes.

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