The positive in "Disease Positive"

I've always been somewhat fascinated by the concept of looking at the positive side of things. This is probably a result of me always trying to be critical of the commonly accepted viewpoint held dear to the people around me. However, it's always difficult to say this and mean it in any given context. I realised through learning that we are hardwired to think negative. That it is in the best interest of our combined heritage of survival that we think negatively to live another day. Thus all of this sent me into a spiral of confusion in the late part of my second year as I pondered if ever I would be able to force myself to see the world in a way that is positive, beneficial and contributive, rather than just adding to the mass of criticism that masquerades as constructive but rather limits and narrows our field of intellectual vision to one that is very similar, albeit in different trappings, than our more animal ancestors.

Most positive works of art from 'Man's Search for Meaning' to 'The Pianist" did not help as they often saw a very utopian ideal of mankind. That somehow after all that suffering and pain, they grow and emerge like a butterfly from a damaged cocoon. Does that sound natural to anyone? And then amidst all that rumination I realised I was doing the same thing that I was trying not do, getting tangled deeper and deeper in the web of the mysterious unknown - I was acting negative, not giving them the chance to explain to me and countless others in the world about the beauty of humanity, about how the flexibility and malleability of the mind is a testament to the wonders we can see around us. Probably this was the starting point of that fall. The fall straight into the abyss. From which I went in a human and came out something more.

Introspections when done with the right external incentives, and sources are a powerful thing. They can transform you into a better or worse human just through the process of thought. It is just like alchemy but done so more mysteriously and yet so clearly than the mythical science. For me, they helped me get out of a dark and confusing place. An area where your own movement got you deeper into the quicksand of your mind.Where the only company are all the skeletons of your past who know want to tell you how much they miss you. This is the power of thought. And yet when I emerged out, I saw the world as a happy and cheerful place. That my priorities in life often cause me worse headaches because I often see the wrong thing. It was easy after that. Mechanical almost. Rearrange this, fix that, shift this, forget that, and suddenly I was a new person. I saw the society around me positively. I know science can often break this down to a combination of internal and external factors. Yet I enjoy the mystery, the intrigue. It grows on you. And before you know, there's a beautiful garden in the soul of your mind.