So I’m not sure where all of my internal optimism flushes from. Considering all of the struggles and challenges I’ve faced one would assume I’d be on the brink of a nervous break down. I mean like really really close to just having a total unweaving of my capacity to get up, clothe myself, feed myself, and function.
So here’s the irony in my optimism. It is my sincere belief the overwhelming optimism I house is a direct result of all of my hardships.
With so much struggle I feel I’ve been forced to always look on the bright side no matter what.
When you have extensive amounts of pain to tend with perhaps uplifting yourself and looking on the bright side is a good way to keep going. Maybe it’s the only way to move ahead.
Sitting with a lot of hardship would force me downward, spiraling in anguish of what I cannot control and all the hurt that exists in my world.
I acknowledge the hurt and am in acceptance of it, but sitting with it long term would be too hard to bear. I just couldn’t.
So it’s behooved me in life to look on the bright side. No matter my struggles there is always a light inside the dark. There is always something to be grateful for.
I know there are others out there who also hurt, comparatively likely far more than I.
Not because there struggles are any greater, but maybe because they don’t know the most powerful way to get through this thing called life is to meet it all with grace. Look on the bright side. What more profound thing could I meet my hurt with?
No matter the pain there is always some element of beauty or magic in it all. Even in the hurt there is profundity, a lesson, an opportunity for growth, a means of building strength and rigor. Grit and tenacity are called upon and they only toughen with each hurtful experience.
