Notes on Cynicism

I quit. I don't want to be cynical anymore. It's so Generation X anyways. No seriously, I'm getting sicker and sicker of fun-loving negativity. Half-baked scientific explanation behind laziness and egocentric values. I'm tired of people who drone their lives away through the mainstream while bitching and moaning about their condition in wine-laced dinners.

I used to be cynical, I admit. Maybe I still am. Just a little bit. It's easy being cynical. You can judge everything and everyone according to your little reality. If you can't keep a job, employers are pigs. If you can't keep a girlfriend, then you're a reproductive animal and you're not meant to be with the same person. If you're not satisfied with your condition, then the world is to blame for your demise: your parents, your neighbors, your friends. Being cynical implies being right in defeat all the time.

I miss dreaming. Having dreams is the most enlightening, motivating activity I've ever had. No cynical people ever changed the world. When Rosa Parks sat in front of a bus back in the days. She didn't listen to this little voice saying: "The white men are always going to push you back anyway, that's how white men are. Why bother"? She dared to think she had a place in front of that goddamn bus. Because of that, her name is in history books today.

I still remember the days where Dave Loiseau and GSP were at the gym training and only dreaming of the UFC. They went at the bar with the gang on Saturdays, with bright shining eyes and dreaming of the center stage. Both of them sweat blood and tears for it, but today, because they never gave up, both are veterans of the UFC now. They were inspired and they dreamed about having a better life.

I want to dream with that intensity too. I want to be lifted by my ideals and try to get over my present condition. It's doable, but I have to fight my negativity. Seriously, to hell with cynicism. Call dreamers "cloud shovelers" if you want, but that's where every great thing starts. In the clouds...