Optimism

Camus from me to you.

As a child, they felt happiness.

When they grew older, they saw

their happiness as it was:

Ignorance couched with

Innocence. They struggled,

Attempting to find that feeling

Once more. Booze seemed

A good substitute for ignorance,

As their songs of experience grew.

Long nights of lonely liquor induced

Trances. Happiness, arms length away,

drowning themselves in a cask.

They were defeated, yet always hopeful.

Hopeful for a new perspective on a new day.

Hopeful for a chance at redemption.

Hopeful for people, and their well being.

Hopeful that they would be better.

The moment of clarity came.

They admitted they were nothing.

Nothing they did mattered.

Optimism was admitting they don’t matter,

Then proceeding along anyway.

Once more, they found happiness, seeing

It for what it truly was:

An acceptance of being content

In the face of this odd, cold world.

Author's Note

If you read "Optimism 2", this is the first one I wrote.

Reviews

[sette]

i like camus and his philosophy of absurdity. we are given a choice, we all came from nothing, learned something now it is up to us if we use it in the right way or the wrong way.

[willmjspencer]

Yes, we must all push our boulders in hopefully positive ways!

[sette]

thank you for the inspiration