Sometimes I’ve wondered what it would be like to be an optimist; occasionally I think I am. On those days when I can see the world like nobody else, when I find beauty in things the average person shuns; on those days I think I couldn’t be anything but an optimist: how else could I see the good side when others see only the bad?
But now I see that I did not find good, rather I challenged what I found banal. It is not positive to negate negativity. I can see the bad now, because that’s what I do.