The Optimist And The Pessimist

Did you ever hear the joke about the world's biggest optimist? It's one of my favourite stories and became one of my mottos back in high school. A lot can be learned from this little story if you so choose and sums up my life. I'd always believed that when one door closes, another opens and so even when your twin flame suddenly dies and you think you can't breathe anymore, you think: Hell! What's coming's gotta be a doozer! 

Here's the optimist and pessimist joke: 

It's a joke about twin boys about six years old. Worried that the boys had developed extreme personalities -- one was a total pessimist, the other a total optimist, their parents took them to a psychiatrist.

First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took the scowling little boy into a room piled to the ceiling with brand-new toys. But to the doctor's dismay, the little boy burst into tears. "What's the matter?" he asked, baffled. "Don't you want to play any of the toys?" 

"Yes," the little boy bawled, "but I can't because I'll break them!"

Next, the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his outlook, the psychiatrist took this smiling twin to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist. Then, the boy surprised him further and he clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. 

"What do you think you're doing?" the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist.

 "With all this manure," the little boy replied, beaming, "there must be a pony in here somewhere!"

Yup! That's me! Shovelling all this shit! I just know I'm going to uncover a Clydesdale or maybe even a Unicorn!