One reason is that your faith is strong and you believe that things are the way you hope they are.
Maybe the other reason is that you’re just too afraid of the darkness that you know is on the other side of optimism to clutch at anything different than blind…. optimism.
You need the light…but can’t hold it in your hands.
I don’t know which side I’m on.
Whatever the reason….I want desperately to be an optimist.
I want my faith to be stronger than my fear.
It rained hard here today….driving around in the mist… and grey…delivering the mail.
That’s what I do….the “same old/same old”.
A grey day isn’t everyday….but, a grey day surely does drive the point home….the same old…again.
But the ending is sometimes better than the beginning….no matter how hard you’ve settled on sad and resigned conclusions….no matter how far away your faith has slid.
I believe…no matter how far away my faith seems in this grey misted day.
That’s a pretty optimistic statement, I suppose.
Maybe I’m not so far off from where I need to be?
I still believe that things can be better…that “fixable” still means what I think it means.
I believe that I am loved.
Optimism isn’t an elusive accident….it’s a wonderful and…sometimes, desperately… conscious choice.
I can be better.
Here’s a Jennifer Warnes version of a great Todd Rundgren song that was swimming in my head today….
“pretending to care” Jennifer Warnes