Erring on the side of optimism can be a good thing. Erring on the side of realism is as equally as good. It all depends on what’s happening at the time.
Lately, I’ve come to realise that to have an ability to cross both paths is part of the mastery of life. Once upon a time, the glasses I wore were always rose coloured. Life has taught me the rose tint eventually loses it’s shine. Like any pair glasses, you eventually have to replace them.
Realism used to be a thing that I scoffed at. I used to believe that I was a wizard that could control the entire universe. The landscape, the people and the outcomes. Now I understand that I can only control the universe I create. There’s no controlling someone else’s created universe.
Optimism is still high in my belief system. It’s just more so that I accept that there’s a realism approach to life that can no longer be ignored.
It’s tough accepting reality sometimes. Yet that’s the universe of someone else’s journey that we have to accept, not our own.
Peace to your optimistic or realistic journey.