Little Stories of Optimism

Dictionary defines Optimism as, ‘the belief that goodness pervades reality’.

Optimism is being hopeful. Believing that eventually all would be well. Optimism is looking at the brighter side. The tendency to believe that goodness wins over evil.

In practical life though, optimism simply means ‘finding goodness around’. In today’s chaotic times, if you can find calmness in turmoil, you are highly optimistic. It means finding happiness in little things. Being sensitive to the smallest of the goodness around and acknowledging it.

To me personally, optimism is looking forward to life. I want to live. I want to keep living for long and that is my foundation of optimism. I somehow find a thing or other that makes me want to be here in this world and enjoy its realm of life.

(Pahal and I enjoying a hammock time in Andamans)

I draw my optimism from my family. From my little daughter, who sleeps tugging into me tightly while she rolls her tiny fingers in my hair tangling it all. From my husband who never says sorry but hugs me warmly even after we have had a tiff. My source of optimism are my friends who affectionately tell me, ‘it isn’t your fault’.

I have these small, little stories of optimism all around me that keep me glued to the very spirit and zeal of life.

Last week, I was quite upset about a mishap that took place in my life. I didn’t know what to do, who to look forward to. I was quite excited about the happiness that was soon going to be there in our lives but before it could blossom, it left us.

That week, I spoke to my friends. Even from the hundreds of miles of distance, they could make me feel better. They led me onto the path of healing that consequently led to optimism.

(Source: Urnsonline.com)

When I get sick tired of sitting at home and watching my friends make business trips abroad, I miss my job. I wasn’t too good at it but I wasn’t that bad either. I look at their pictures, enjoying the awesome views but feeling sad for my own dreams that only flutter on the ground without any wings.

In those moments of utter helplessness, my kiddo comes and hugs me. She plants a kiss on my cheeks and asks me to play with her in the ground.

At times I get desperate. Frustrated that the blog isn’t prospering the way I had once imagined to. Upset that my book is still lying unfinished. There is no hope for me.

That is when, he calmly tells me that good things take time to ripen. Perseverance pays like nothing else. He shows me the ray of light emerging from the horizon that I can not see with my naked eyes.

The day I impulsively decide to stop blogging, one of you sends me an email telling me how my words are beginning to change their lives for good.

This is optimism for me.

My family, well wishers, friends, readers and my home around that keep re-iterating to me that goodness pervades reality. That eventually all would be well.

What and who are your sources of optimism? Let me know.