Optimism
begins with a look.
To
be able to see what is in plain sight
Untie
the blinders
Of
pretense...
Of
hurried half hearted self assurance…
Sometimes
its in the shaking of the head,
An
acknowledgment of one's own silliness
Or
in the shrug of the shoulders,
Of
not caring about what others',
Once
you've made up your mind
And
after all that, if you find yourself wrong
Optimism
is in acceptance
And
a sheepish grin.
And
it is in trying out as many new paths
As
the maps can plot
And
then to plot some of your own
Sometimes
it is in the belief:
That
friendship can "happen" to you
That
optimism is a shared drug
A
group hallucination,
That
works...
Sometimes
it is in stories
In
listening
In
keeping quiet
And
being a witness to optimism.
There
is optimism in dejection
Because
it is a true picture
Of
human frustration,
Of
being alive...
In
a room full of sunlight
One
doesn't notice a spark
It
needs to be dark enough within, and around
To
pay attention to a single spark of light
To
see the tiniest capsule of beauty
To
have one's breath taken away,
And
be surprised by its presence
And
cherish it
That
must be optimism...
