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The Optimism of a Donkey
Finding FLOE Part 17
This year was a shit show.
Five journal pages of reflection focused on highlights, gratefulness, and happiness—I can find all that when I search for it—but even with all that effort I come away feeling defeated.
Why does it have to take so much effort for me, month after month, year upon year, to find the positives to come to the surface? For some people it’s a pessimism problem. That’s what people tell me my problem is.
They slap on the nickname “Eeyore.”
Funny thing is, Eeyore is one of the biggest optimists there is in fiction. He has the most defeating, depressing sort of life circumstances of anyone in the Hundred Acre Wood and yet he always finds a a way to keep moving forward.
How well do you think Pooh would persevere if his house fell down half as many times as Eeyore’s has?
How do you think Rabbit would handle a literal part of his body getting lost?
And do you think Owl would be half as grateful for an empty honeypot and burst balloon as a birthday present?
I suppose I would rather have the character of Eeyore even with all that comes with it than be shallow like his neighbors. Forgive me if my ears droop though.
Begin the journey toward finding FLOE with part one.
