Pollyanna could tell you that and so would everyone who avoids her − those who think some negative thinking keeps us safe.
Negativity, that raining, dark cloud, floats over and turns off the sunlight. It makes it so that we can’t see things – it becomes a polarizing filter, raindrops on the windows of our souls. Soon we’re watching the drops run and race, and we’ve forgotten about butterflies or wild, velvety violets, or lovely Australian wine. Instead the rain is all we know. Our sorrow at being one with all of these becomes our sorrow at being alive.
Real positivity isn’t the opposite of that. The opposite of that would be as delusional and contrived. Real positivity is not a filter. It’s an opening of ourselves, our souls, our eyes. We can see the sadness of the rain, but we know that won’t keep the sun from coming back, bringing its warm life, letting us dance.
We’re a magnet for the opposite charge that . . . when things are negative a positive still has its 50/50 chance to be attracted, to orbit around us, to shed some influence in our lives. Positivity lets us see it when it comes, know its value, and hold it gently in our hands.
The sun and moon share the same sky.
--me strauss Letting me be.