Reasons for Optimism

I'm not quite sure if I'm an optimist.

Those of you who were lucky enough to encounter me overseas probably got the impression that I insufferably so (perhaps "insufferably careless" might be a better description for that time period). Family and other intimates would probably emphasize my more critical elements, ahem, which seem to imply a constant belief that things are going to hell in a handbasket and it's my duty to vocalize that.

I'll take a middle ground. I'm a fault-finder, but I prefer to hope. Today, optimism abounds.

You may ask, why? An excellent question. In some part, it's the imminent prospect of seeing my name in print with remuneration involved (that is, if I the article I'm working on isn't complete crap). Another element certainly is the tall Boont Amber that accompanied lunch. But the main reason has to be opportunity.

My lunch compatriot reminded me of the potential that life offers. At times, I despair of finding a job or stumbling onto any real career track. Such concerns are flimsy and ridiculous, to say the least. But encounters like today generate a kind of deep-seated joy. The world is a fantastic place, swimming with opportunities for one to make a difference. Life, man. Just waiting to be lived. Onward.

P.S. Apple stock is also up more than two points, so I'd be stoked regardless.