Optimism

Always, I carry with me my rose colored glasses.

Through them, every cloud has a silver lining.

I carry my determination

so that I can reach the light at the end of the tunnel.

I carry my strength

so that when one door closes,

I can push open another one.

I carry my goggles.

Goggles of perspective,

so that I can always see

that there are many fish in the sea.

I carry my pessimistic thoughts,

in a tiny, weighted, tightly locked box.

Out of blind optimism, I carry the thought

that I can open the box,

because what's inside

may not be pessimistic at all.

I carry my better judgement,

that seals the box away.

Always I carry with me my optimism.

I carry with me a glass.

The glass is half full.

I carry with me the lemons that life has handed me.

Now, I carry a glass half filled with lemonade.

In order to look on the brightside,

I must always carry my rose colored glasses.