Optimist or Fool?

            I’ve been beaten and bruised, battered and buffeted by the wind. I’ve chosen the path across rugged terrain over and over instead of the paved path. Each time I choose, I stumble. I fall and skin my knees, scrape my palms, break my nails, bruise my soul. And then I get up. I continue on my path. I don’t look for the paved road, I wander down the overgrown, wild trail.

            Does this make me an optimist? Does this mean that even in the most difficult situations I look for the good? Am I continually believing in the challenge in the hopes that it will lead me to the place I want to be? Is this the key, do I just look for the good and disregard the bad?

            OR…am I choosing to be blind? Am I deliberately looking beyond what is common sense in the hopes that there is something else? Is my faith misplaced?