Unbreakable Optimist

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
Emily Dickinson.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Topic: Hope

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Yours truly has decided to cheat and not write something of my own. But to use written words of others.

My interpretation of "The Unbreakable Lightness of Being" is summed up in 2 words, hope and survivor. We are beings filled with unbreakable lightness because we have hope and we survive all sorta crap throwed at us because of the forward looking nature of mankind. Of cos, this might not seem true for all, and in fact, *erratic upon my discussion of what constitutes "unbreakable lightness of being", after clarifying that yours truly was not misquoting "The Unbearable Lightness of Being", had only one word to say -- "optimist!" in a somewhat dismissing tone. *shake head*.

Yes. the secret is out, yours truly is an optimist. So what? At least, I'm a very realistic optimist.

Thank you very much.

And I do like myself this way.

Which is more than can be said for most people.

Gotcha, haven't I?

*wink*

:::

PS: *Wallflower, doubt this is what you had in mind when you put the topic up, but hey, feel free to expound on your theory/ideas of Unbreakable Lightness of being. Yours truly is interested to know how different the same topic can become under 2 vastly different persons' interpretation.