As individuals age, they go through a series of changes and experiences which lead them to interpret their own personal outlook on life. Some people are optimists who take a favorable view of things. Some people are pessimists who expect the worst. As for myself, after a short seventeen years of being alive but not always well, I have transformed from a complete optimist to a slight pessimist. In other words, the glass was half full but now it appears to be half empty.
When I was young and optimistic, there was no task I could not conquer without a smile on my face. According to my youthful outlook on life, nothing could pierce the innocent bubble I had been contained in, the bubble that my parents probably wish I could lodge in for all eternity. Therefore, I was nearly always satisfied with anything and everything that I came across or that came across my path. For example, I once received very few presents for my birthday. My parents attempted to apologize for the lack of gifts they provided due to a deficit in money. That day I told my parents that it was never about the quantity of presents I was given; it was the thought that I appreciated and cherished.
Throughout the latency stage of development, I was in a positive mood about any situation when it was handed to me. When my relatives were in low spirits or bothered, I would always reassure them that everything was going to be all right. I was determined to make everyone believe that no matter what, every uncomfortable situation would eventually ameliorate. From what I had experienced, and I was very inexperienced at the time, every individual was worthy of trust, accountability and authenticity.
Now, however, as a minor pessimist, life is a bit more complex and doesn't feel as congenial. It is still rare that I don't have a smile on my face, but I also have a minute sense of doubt in every task I approach and every decision I make. The innocent bubble that I once resided in has now been corrupted,...