(February 18, 2013 at 11:45 am)junkyardboy Wrote: whats to be optimistic about?
your life will end in death
cheerful pragmatist?
the end thereof is death
I'm alive thanks to human brains that came before me who thought about future generations, building up medical sciences so that I could be delivered safely in a hospital to doctors who did everything they could to make sure my mother and I were safe. Since then, I have been taken care of by similar doctors on similar principles.
I live because somehow a patch of slime turned into life that evolved into humans - flawed, magnificent, and future-looking. Life persisted despite incredible odds.
I'm optimistic because when I die, life will still persist. It's what it does. I'm okay with the fact that I won't live forever to see it. I understand that this depresses some people. It doesn't depress me. I will live as best I can, enjoying as much as I can, and I will hopefully live long enough to see a quiet, graceful death, where I want to, like Neil deGrasse Tyson said, be cremated or laid into the earth to nourish things that gave me such pleasure while I lived.
I'm optimistic because things adapt and change - we CAN adapt and change. We have these huge brains capable of imagining and creating whatever we want - even despite bureaucracy and greed and religious stagnation.
I'm optimistic because, as Pablo Neruda said, you can cut down all the flowers but you can't stop the spring from coming.
I'm optimistic because it isn't all about me and the fact that I will die. Others will come after, and they will be better than me and my generation, and they will explore and discover and create, as my generation did better than the one before it.
I'm optimistic because no skydaddy tells me what I do and don't deserve. I belong here, and the universe is mine. It will roll on after me as it did before me, and there will be beauty and death and life and destruction and creation regardless of my part in it, and that is awesome and fascinating and beauty in itself.