Of Optimism & Points Of View

Its a new year, and with it comes this post. No grand proclamations of how i promise to be more active in the social word or some politically correct mush like that. Granted, it has been more than a year since I last posted, but well, it was a busy year… What can I say?

Back to the literature… I\’m a die-hard optimist… This has lead to its fair-share of heart-breaks and let-downs, but sadly, I\’m addicted. Its like walking the tightrope with no net, falling face-flat in front of the audience and having another go at it. 

To be fair, optimism is a young man\’s game as realism finds its home in the hearts of men with responsibilities and schemers. Nonetheless, I\’m using… It has served me well in the past year as my life has made a drastic change and reality has literally been re-written before my very eyes… It helped  me appreciate my perception of even the most tricky of situations, is key….

Very Key…

Moral of the story, never let go of the kid in you… He has shaped your future…

Literally… 

PERCEPTION

Youth…

Cruising down the highway,

The cool summer breeze against my face…

The music soothing me to tranquility

As I burn down the road,

Casually embracing the present,

The gentle whiff of her hair fills my nostrils,

I touch her gently, she turns and smiles,

I look deep into her eyes,

She smiles and begins to blush,

Dreams are made of this.

Hustle…

Cruising down the highway,

The cool summer breeze against my face…

The world abuzz around me,

The sweetest success, the taste of accomplishment,

Garnished with but a hint of finesse,

Ah, the sweetest hustle,

The evanescent perception,

The grind goes on,

Each vision, clearer than the last

Dreams are made of this.

Reality…

Cruising down the highway,

The cool summer breeze against my face…

A feeling of enchantment,

The beauty of reality,

Lying not in its cold truths,

But embraced by them,

Success, a state of mind,

Finesse, a state of art

Perfection, a state of perception,

Dreams are made of this.