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the two faces of positivity

In my opinion, there are two kinds of positive: bad positive and good positive.

1. Bad positive
Aren't we all tired from the constant force everyone is giving us to stay positive? "You can do it" and "it will all be worth it" seems all too cliche and overrated. Going through 22 years of life, my best attitude towards challenges is admitting that life sometimes is crappy. To not admit you're hurting, will hurt you. Why would you add another pain to your painful self? Seriously.

After all, trying to be positive is an effort doing bad, more than it does good. You know why? It's because you are trying so much to be positive although you know things are just plain bad. You're repressing all your negativity to your unconscious, and not actually trying to deal with that. You're concealing, not dealingBattle of the mind, battle of the mind. You feel frustrated and harsh on yourself, and that discrepancy between your ideal self and your real self is in itself too contrast for you to handle.

Make peace with yourself. Really.

2. Good positive
I guess we all just have to be pushed to the edge of the cliff to see just how far we can actually go through. You will be pushed to the edge so that you realize you have to make peace with yourself. hahaha. This means situations are there to shape and mold you to your destined self. This is me being positive, but to me this kind of positivity is the good positive. Why, you say. Because it is the result of me making peace with myself. So, positivity is not the content, but the underlying motive. On a side note, making peace with yourself is not a yes/no situation. it is a position-between-two-extreme-points kind of situation.

Pure positivity radiates without you enforcing it to. It takes time, it needs time. You need that moment of solitude to place every scattered experiences and failures together. Not just anyone can do that just anytime. Perfect situation is not perfect in imperfect timing. Perfect timing is not perfect in imperfect situation. But, so what? Must we all be perfect to progress when progress is itself about reaching perfection?

"If her suffering had been less intense, her insights would have been less profound."

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