I don’t know when I became so cynical.
But bit by bit, I stopped seeing the world’s through a child’s eyes. I stopped being an idealist or an optimist, and started being a “realist.” I started seeing the world as it really is.
Cynicism is an addictive attitude. It’s a powerful and attractive lure that invites people to come be cynical together. It smirks at the rest of the world.
It took me a long time to get over my cynicism. But as I looked at the rest of the world, I slowly noticed something.
The people who are out there creating beauty, loving humanity, changing the world for the better seem to be idealists. They believe the world is worth loving. They believe there is beauty to be found. They audaciously believe that the world can change, and perhaps even more audaciously, that they can change the world. Creating change takes boldness, bravery, even perhaps some sort of naivete.
I didn’t realize how much my cynical attitude was wrecking me until I started to let go of it. Because of all the things I had become cynical about, the one thing that I had become most cynical about was myself. I no longer saw myself as I did when I was a child. I saw my limitations, my brokenness, my shame. And it was paralyzing.
This world is worth being a shameless idealist, an incorrigible optimist, and an audacious believer in our power to create beauty around us.
Are you going to be a cynic or a creative?