I have noticed an alarming new trend in modern culture. A boom that threatens the future of mankind. A cultural scourge. This disasterous stage of mankind's adolesence can be summerized in one word: optimism.
I look around at a world filled with famine when there should be feasting, and ask why no one makes an effort to help. My vista of life is marred by poverty where there should be plenty. The panorama of my existence is obstructed by the concrete wall of war, yet peace, should be pervasive. The fickle finger of fate seems to point to one source, the optimist.
Ennui might at first seem to be the reason, but when you think about it, how could life be so hectic if we had all donned a suit of indifference? It is in fact, the cause of the optimist.
With sincere smiles, the optimist wanders about with the greasy assumption on their lips that 'it will be alright'. Past bums and ghettos, cruelty and hate, the optimist skips and whistles a song of 'someone will think of something'.
Why leave the comfort zone of your own delusion when there are others to slog through the filth and grime of reality. Men and women who live with constant reminders of the inadequacies of their chosen fields. Doctors who know they are fighting a losing battle with death and disease. Firemen who face flame and risk their lives knowing all they are doing is stemming the flow of destruction that has already occurred. Scientists groping into the darkness for ideas that may never come. Single parents who must create a perfect childhood with barely enough resources to clothe and feed, let alone teach and fill a life with dreams.
While the world wobbles in its eccentric orbit, optimists sit and while away precious resources believing that it will all resolve itself. Government will protect our rights. Corporations will safeguard our jobs and economic future. Science will think of a cure. Fast food is mostly healthy.
Worst yet, the optimists lure our best and brightest into their tender trap. What reason could make a sane person want to endure the horror of reality's built in defeat, when we could all sit on sofas playing video games and sipping sodas? What great minds have already been lost to the evil optimists? How many budding artists 'nipped', before they had experienced the pain that brings passion? The question pales when we can all click our ruby slippers and find ourselves safe at home.
Ultimately we must ask...
What can be done about optimists, before it's too late.
Dabuoy
