Until recently, I'd enjoyed being seen as a cock-eyed optimist.
Then fate offered me reason to remove those rose colored glasses, which had seemed to serve me well for a time.
Once I had reason to see the world with a greater sense of clarity, I began to envision myself as a far-sighted, optimistic realist.
For example you already know that:
I believe positive focus empowers us to change the world—in tiny steps.
I believe that coupled with truth, positive change will pick up its pace.
I believe that when positive change and truth hold hands, trust will strengthen all around ...
That positively focused, trustworthy partnerships build mutual respect ...
That positive focus, trust, and respect build four strong pillars of—friendship.
On the other hand:
I trust that we can't trust 'friends', who lift themselves up by puting us down.
I trust that it's folly to place our trust in those who speak of peace while clearly stating that they aim to do whatever it takes to push a neighbor into the sea.
I trust in the fact that:
Smoking peace pipes and weaving pipe dreams are not one and the same.
I trust in the fact that some time down the road, children on both sides will learn how to grow into friends. Even so, I trust that the road to peace will be blown up by turmoil and trouble for many years to come. I trust that both sides of that coin are true, because history speaks to me.
I trust in the fact that turmoil is spreading, like wild fire, throughout the Middle East, because major change is afoot. And if you'd like to know how positive focus connects with today's unrest—well I trust that we're peering into the cocoon way before the caterpillar crawls away from wars and morphs into the butterfly, flying free of yesterday's distrust.
I trust that one day the United Nations will open its eyes to the ways in which forked tongues lead us all into self defeating wars.
I trust that just as Native Americans sent smoke signals from village to village, this red blooded American will keep sending insights and stories into cyberspace
Meanwhile back in the days when my safety net was filled with holes to large to hold denial at bay, I'd no clue that a boy, hurling darts at my heart, had been hiding from the same painful loss of love as had I ...
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