As the days pass I am becoming increasingly aware of a growing disease within, and it labels itself disdain; contempt if you’re not on speaking terms. Yes, contempt for the populace at large, for the walking clichés and statistics you no doubt constantly cross paths with on your daily travels.
The intellectually inept are so tedious. If I can figure out your drive in a timely manner, I have no use for you. On the opposite end of the spectrum, to the few I hold in high regard, I’ve probably already made that sentiment known at one point or another in our dealings.
I’m well aware of the varying degrees of human nature; from the horrid atrocities we’re capable of committing to the saint-like acts of compassion we seldom expect. This is no news to anyone, and the vocalization of such matters would be redundant if not for the fact that I have recently accepted such truths as they are.
Optimism is only beneficiary when it has some sustainable foundation in the real world at large.
Childlike are the notions of shutting out darkness completely. I know that now. With regards to humanity, our inner light will always cast a shadow, even if it is an infinitesimal one. Perhaps the greatest strength achievable on the psychological plane I now inhabit can be gained with further exploration on such matters, of the acquiring of tools needed to tame the darker impulses we’re all no doubt subject to.
Still, despite everything I just said, I remain ever vigilant in my own brand of optimism. One well versed in realism.
Dum spero spiro.