These are the soul’s changes. I don’t believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one’s aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
The contrasts and contradictions that can permanently live peacefully side by side in a skull make all the systems of political optimists and pessimists illusory.
Pessimists are just as illogical as optimists; insomuch as both envisage the aims of mankind as unified, and as having a direct relationship (either of frustration or of fulfilment) to the inevitable flow of terrestrial motivation and events. That is—both schools retain in a vestigial way the primitive concept of a conscious teleology—of a cosmos which gives a damn one way or the other about the especial wants and ultimate welfare of mosquitos, rats, lice, dogs, men, horses, pterodactyls, trees, fungi, dodos, or other forms of biological energy.
I wouldn’t say I’m pessimistic or optimistic. I’m more realistic, I guess. But not cynical. I look. I watch.
I hope that it’s given the millions of people that I’ve touched the optimism and desire to achieve their goals through hard work, perseverance, and positive attitude.
I always like to look on the optimistic side of life, but I am realistic enough to know that life is a complex matter.