The extraordinary lives of realists, with a dash of nutmeg

(Elbow - This Blue World)

The abstract, I love that these days, short and concise, until unexpected feedback messes up my writing idea, and I let control go and write something else. So here goes the abstract of the original plan;

There is two kinds of realists, the ones that look around themselves and see what is happening in their own environment. You can even consider them optimists. And realists that try to see the bigger picture, and they might be worse than pessimists.

But they have a few things in common; they will not be fuelled by undeserved bursts of optimism. Nor will they get off be berating negativity to the rest of the world. And like everybody else they struggle to discover what it really is that makes them happy.

Now I could give you all sorts of insightful pondering who I am sure some of you might like. But I am not going to do that, because quite frankly it doesn't get me anywhere. Because no 2 people are the same, and no single person's problem is unique. In the end every person I know (myself included) is too stubborn to not try and solve 'their' problem. With 'their' personal custom solutions.

So I stopped trying to do so all together. I stopped trying to 'solve' my problem. Because no matter what problem I might have, it is still, and will always be, a part of who I am. And it all has the same way of solving; understand/accept it, decide what to do with it, and move on. 

So so what I am not as happy as I once was? So what that I have no idea if I will ever find that again? I still spark remarkable happiness in others, and have the innate uncanny skill to be present at the moments when that happens.  

I have no control over who I am, I need no control over who I am, I need just be me. 

And once I know where that point on the horizon is that I want to go, I'll go there.

I'll just be me, because that is what I am good at.

Join the resistance, we have adventures.