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Being a pessimist

Everybody wants to be an optimist. Some are eternal optimists. In the race to remain positive in the face of adversity, and get praised for their positivity, most people refuse to face reality. Until now, I too was an optimist. But now I question myself. Do we really need to be optimists always?
Why can't we digest being called a 'pessimist'? What is wrong with an occasional pessimism? Let go and see the burden you are carrying, fly away. You will feel light. You will be free of carrying the burden of expecting others' goodness, and yours too. You will learn to accept that people can have bad qualities. That no one is perfect or remain perfect always.
Pessimism also lets you see reality as it is, without the film of goodness covering it. Then you can handle the situation better and live better.

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