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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An optimist lives inside me…walks beside me his glasses are rose colored…his outlook… a little sun-kissed. Unfortunately there’s more…for living right next door inside me…his neighbor…the pessimist. Whatever my condition…they jockey for position one's outlook is gloomy…the other’s…is quite glorious and I never can say…at the end of the day which one will end up victorious… The optimist, once unfurled,…sees before him a beautiful world the pessimist has his fears, his confusion… his doubts Take Stella for example…she’s just a sample of exactly what I’m talking about Stella’s indiscreet…she lives on the street I use to see her every morning when I walked by… When in the dark I would meet her…I’d try hard to greet her but to this day she has never said HI. We’ve been like two ships that pass in the night…and that’s been alright… It’s been our relationship for many a year My pessimist wonders what’s wrong…why she’s been homeless so long while my optimist thinks things aren’t as bad as I fear. As I come round a bend…where two buildings ascend she’s usually sitting on a bench in between I’m not sure why or how…but for quite some time now when I round the bend Stella’s nowhere to be seen. The pessimist in my head thinks perhaps she is dead… now residing in a cemetery or catacomb… The optimist in me…sees it a bit differently thinks, perhaps, Stella has returned to her home. Of course I have no way of knowing…how her life is going as both my optimist and pessimist spar at each day’s beginning… but by the end of the day…I am happy to say… my optimist does most of the winning. In fact…over the years…through my hopes, dreams and fears.. the pessimist in me has softened… and though they both still reside…somewhere deep inside… I find the optimist now visits more often.
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