Primarily, here procures a new problem: predominant pessimism. Procrastination? But we'll talk about that later.
Every action leads to another. So a sigh--to a dim outlook. Could this be true? Shall I resort to constraining my actions solely to those that lead to positive enhancements? What do you do with a pessimist who so desperately wants to be an optimist? Is that level of desperation for a new outlook an act of pessimism in itself? How far will you let me take this... What defines a pessimist? Or an optimist for that matter. Is it childhood experience? What a cliche. C'est ne pas vrai! Non. It's that space in your mind that you control. That nobody else has access to. It is there that an optimist or a pessimist chooses their path. In that tiny space that occupies less than the nail on your fuck-you finger. That was premeditatedly pessimistic. Is there a connection between outlook on life and the purported overuse of unneccessary grammatical devices? Perhaps.
But back to the original concept, which is my question: Why are some people optimists while others dredge in the dark, constrained to their pessimistic ventures. If it was as simple as a choice, wouldn't we all be optimists?

This is the edge. Right? One step forward, it's down. Or up. And we say over and over how life is a series of undulations, some good, many bad. But always coming in cycles--the peaks and the lows. We say it, but when we step back and look at it, the pattern is still uncanny. So many great things are happening, so many bad have just happened: are coming. So do we step back and ride the waves, let life hit us, standing our ground like tiny pebbles on the beach or do we hit back, ride hard, and take control. And is this really taking control? Or is it the illusion of having control, but actually losing it. How much is acceptable to let happen and how much must we force, or at least strongly encourage.
"Take the first steps--"
"--Let fate deal with it."
What contradictions! If a person dares to say one, another undoubtedly will preach the other. So it goes, that for every piece of advice, there is one more to contradict it. Always. I say always, to you who tell me: never say never, don't say always, could you ever know if always lasts forever? It will now. I've said it. This lasts--
Always.
You tell me don't say: everybody. How could you know everybody? I don't, but I know people. We aren't who we say we are, we don't think like we say we think. Our motives are internal; do we ever really tell the truth? Because there is always another layer, another motivation, another stipulation...another reason to go ahead and do another selfless task, that has everything to do with Me. You want me to know that you don't work this way. But you do. There are no exceptions to these rules. These are rules engrained in us from life's beginning. No: yours, ours, his, hers, mine. No theirs. We don't control the rules, we play within them. They govern us; we don't even know. You don't even know. So maybe you won't admit: always, but you think it too. You won't admit: never, but it bleeds into your mind, every once in a while. You promise you don't hate, or judge: I don't believe it. You think you're a better liar than everybody else...we think we're better liars than you too. I say: never say always, or never, or forever. But I play my games trapped by these rules too. We'll just keep not saying, all the things we really mean.