People tell me that I developed a very pessimistic view on life as I’ve gotten older. In truth, I think this started at birth. Trouble starts from the day of birth when as a newly born we start crying. That clearly signifies that us newly born are suddenly forced into hell. A hell in which, life eventually screws you over, and old age and Death are a certainty. Pessimist? No, realist!
I think the only way to have an optimistic outlook on life, is to live in a Utopia of one’s own little bubble. Free from the negativities of media, uncertainty over the state of the planet and the constant fight against this, that and the other. Sadly life doesn’t allow us such privileges.