Years ago it hit me.

On course, the route chosen, the well brimming full and cups running over.

Now, on occasions I hate to admit exist, it seems different.

But that, only for a moment.

I’m still the fifteen year old I was.

In other words even when I sound like the opposite, I’m still optimistic with temporary pessimistic rough patches, aberrations and obstacle courses in the way.

Does it take a birthday gift or pleasant outcome of a child’s school test to keep you in the positive place?