Black in classic

Once upon a time, I used to mock people who saw the world through rose tinted glasses and always saw the glass as half full and never half empty. But somehow, I have become that person. I have become an optimist. I think it happened when I realized that someone’s energy does not always have to be transferrable to me. I control my emotions. For a long time, I let other people’s actions dictate how I felt. That caused me to be a cynical mess. I was walking around mad at everyone when I was actually in control of how I was feeling. At 26, I now know that someone having a bad day is their own to deal with. That cannot affect me and I will not let it affect me. I can only encourage them to have a positive outlook. That kind of thing used to annoy me. But now, I want to be blissfully happy as much as I can be. Bad days will work themselves out and I cannot be angry while they do. My absurd positivity comes from YEARS of being pessimistic. So much happened to me that made me a jaded, sarcastic asshole.

I was able to turn things around when I started to seek out how to be happy. Being happy is a journey. It’s a quest that you decide to take when you have had enough. This actually happened within the last year. I got tired of crying when things didn’t go my way. I gave up. I started to see that way of thinking no longer served me. I had to grab those rose-tinted glasses and look at the world around me in another light. Now I feel awful about mocking what I was too scared to be. I’m really big on seeing the brighter side of things. And I won’t mock people who are still very pessimistic because I was once one of them. I can only do better and encourage others.