Optimism vs. Pessimism...

Folk #1: "Where does the optimism come from?  Hmmm.... that's a mystery, for sure. It bubbles up, unbidden. It's close to the chest. It is ascendent with a guitar in hand, or a cup of cofee close by, or this morning, by spinning the Rolling Stones classic 'Beggar's Banquet' CD on the stereo. The optimism doesn't travel far. About as far as I can spit. A good night's sleep, an uncommonly good meal, a sunny morning. Circumscribed. I guess that's what I'd say. My optimism is quite circumscribed. If my thoughts or awareness drifts too far afield, you know casting my thoughts outward, thinking about the world, or the planet, or humanity in general, the optimism vanishes in the blink of an eye. Then it's a deep, in the bone pessimism that rears it's ugly head. If I think of all those terrible people out on the horizon, causing other humans beings pain & suffering, things quickly turn bleak. I have to play a trick of the mind, I have to imagine them dead; stone-cold dead, and buried in the ground. You know, I conjure up an accident, or a heart attack, some unfortunate incident that fortunately strikes down the stupid, corrupt, hateful ones. That kind of positive therapeutic imagining is a quick hack back to optimism. I tell my myself: 'The evil-doers will die someday. They will get what they deserve. The karma-train comes for us all." Those cheery thoughts brings a smile to my face, and then, that little bubble of optimism rises once again like a Phoenix from the ashes."