Still An Optimist

Even when an election doesn’t go my way I consider myself an optimist when all is said and done. I believe most people would concede…optimism makes life a lot more fun. I believe I was born an optimist, it circulates through my blood It helps me survive life’s little adversities and withstand it’s terrors and floods. It’s not that bad things don’t happen to me, that my life is without catastrophes or strife but my optimism reminds me I’m only having a bad day… in what is a wonderful life. I’m not disparaging pessimism… our need for some pessimists is resolute. for while optimism created the airplane… without pessimism we’d have no parachute. It was an optimist who created the pencil… a now common, ubiquitous prop… but it took the mind of a pessimist to put an eraser on the top. It’s possible in the end pessimists may be correct, but I refuse to take their side… I gladly ride with optimism on my shoulders… sit back…an enjoy the ride. So I’ll stick with my optimism. I’ll use it to help me waltz through all my pain. I’ll use it to weather any storms that may arrive. I’ll use it to dance out in the rain. And when the world turns its darkest and I’m feeling bruised and ministering to all my scars I’ll use my optimist to remind me it’s only in darkness, when I look up…that I can see the stars. If you wonder if there are more optimists or pessimists in the world… think of this the next time you’re in a pinch, The average pencil is 7 inches long but the eraser…less than half an inch?