Ink SpillThe Illness of Pessimism.
The world is on fire.
We are all destined to doom.
Do not even hope of fixing us because we are beyond fixing.
The people who call for change are naive, stupid, too blind to see that screaming at a dead wall will not make it move an inch.
We are worthy of destruction, we are worthy of hell.
That is the sickness of man drunk on pessimism.
Change is possible.
Even if not at the scale that we ought for it to be, but at least we can move towards it.
A few steps in a hundred miles road are still a few steps heading to the desired direction.
What is a journey but a collection of a few steps done over and over again.
We can all have a a part in change, but only if we decide to.
Maybe it won’t affect the whole world, but at least it can affect you.
And with time, the change in you, can inspire a few.
So don’t drink from the bottle of pessimism, don’t hang your problems on life’s hangers, don’t shout at the passing clouds, don’t stop the tides of change.
instead, breath from the winds of hope, bathe in the rays of the horizon, and trust that a new dawn will come if you fight through the darkness of the night.