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Optimism is believing it will get better.
Optimism is seeing each hole ahead and believing that inside it, ahead of it, above it or in itself there hides a higher meaning, a supreme reason, any one way of moving forward.
Optimism is advancing with your eyes wide open and knowing how to see everything there is to see. The perfect and the imperfect, the more than perfect, the simple past and, above all, the future.
Optimism is, therefore, knowing how to conjugate each verb in all its tenses and wanting to conjugate the future twice. Or three times.
Optimism is falling down and getting up again, all the while cursing, blustering, brooding or despairing. But getting up. Later or sooner, easily or with difficulties. But getting up. Even if more mentally than physically. Even if it is with a more a medium term perspective than a short term one. But to trust that it is possible, always and eternally possible to get up. And to re-think, re-organize, re-do, and renovate to make it possible to get up again.
Optimism is more than seeing ships sailing with the wind in their favour or oversized vessels. Optimism is seeing shipwrecks and appreciating paper boats that cannot hold a pigeon’s weight. Optimism is seeing all that floats and all that sinks. And knowing that, somehow, and from each sailor, there is something to learn on managing helms and anchors.
Optimism is not being content with little. Nor believing in the impossible.
Optimism is believing in doing a lot and doing something to transform the realm of possibilities.
Optimism is having power. Optimism is wanting more. Optimism is not resigning to the stupor of the days that pass by and chasing the better hidden behind each coarse and fine obstacle.
Optimism is the choice made with all the data, the clear-headed decision, the weighted decision, the toughest path.
It is believing in the impossible, for seeing and putting your feet in a road not yet paved. Knowing what you are after, what you are searching for, what you are willing to make happen. Resisting to a no when all you wish for is a yes. Refusing a yes when what makes sense is a no. Optimism is chasing the yearning with your feet on the antipode. And trusting that with that effort you will arrive where you are expected.
Optimism is picking up with your own calloused hands the sticks from the hut that collapsed and building a ladder to reach higher than the chimney that hut never had.
(Text originally written in Portuguese and published at Fenther.net)
Optimism is believing it will get better.
Optimism is seeing each hole ahead and believing that inside it, ahead of it, above it or in itself there hides a higher meaning, a supreme reason, any one way of moving forward.
Optimism is advancing with your eyes wide open and knowing how to see everything there is to see. The perfect and the imperfect, the more than perfect, the simple past and, above all, the future.
Optimism is, therefore, knowing how to conjugate each verb in all its tenses and wanting to conjugate the future twice. Or three times.
Optimism is falling down and getting up again, all the while cursing, blustering, brooding or despairing. But getting up. Later or sooner, easily or with difficulties. But getting up. Even if more mentally than physically. Even if it is with a more a medium term perspective than a short term one. But to trust that it is possible, always and eternally possible to get up. And to re-think, re-organize, re-do, and renovate to make it possible to get up again.
Optimism is more than seeing ships sailing with the wind in their favour or oversized vessels. Optimism is seeing shipwrecks and appreciating paper boats that cannot hold a pigeon’s weight. Optimism is seeing all that floats and all that sinks. And knowing that, somehow, and from each sailor, there is something to learn on managing helms and anchors.
Optimism is not being content with little. Nor believing in the impossible.
Optimism is believing in doing a lot and doing something to transform the realm of possibilities.
Optimism is having power. Optimism is wanting more. Optimism is not resigning to the stupor of the days that pass by and chasing the better hidden behind each coarse and fine obstacle.
Optimism is the choice made with all the data, the clear-headed decision, the weighted decision, the toughest path.
It is believing in the impossible, for seeing and putting your feet in a road not yet paved. Knowing what you are after, what you are searching for, what you are willing to make happen. Resisting to a no when all you wish for is a yes. Refusing a yes when what makes sense is a no. Optimism is chasing the yearning with your feet on the antipode. And trusting that with that effort you will arrive where you are expected.
Optimism is picking up with your own calloused hands the sticks from the hut that collapsed and building a ladder to reach higher than the chimney that hut never had.
(Text originally written in Portuguese and published at Fenther.net)
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