Tham gave me a new nickname the other day. He called me “The Happy Cynic”. My close friends would know that is an apt description. I’m more a pessimist than an optimist but I don’t mope around bringing other people down. Instead, I remain happy which may seem paradoxical at first.
My favourite phrases of incredulity are “yeah right” and “that will not happen in real life”, which makes me a pain to be around if we are watching a romantic comedy together. But it doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy them in small doses. It just means that I take it all with a grain of salt. I enjoy brief moments of fantasy but I don’t let it fool me into thinking happy endings are the norm rather than the exception.
I dream and fantasise like everyone does but I don’t over-indulge in it. I treat them as brief escapes. Even when I’m on the cusp of something truly wonderful, I’d hold myself back least it doesn’t become true. Even when I’m truly happy I will be the first to remind myself that it may all be temporary. And therein lies the secret to my madness: because I know it’s temporary and hard to come by, I will make sure that I enjoy every good moment that comes my way.
And because I’m pessimistic about my own happiness, I choose to be happy about the simplest things in life. Makes sense now right?