Which one?

Which one could I be? I thought I knew the answer, but the truth of the matter is that I never really know.

Which one?

On the good days I find myself very optimistic.

I don't need to worry.

I feel good.

Both intrinsic and extrinsic.

I'm motivated.

I'm happy.

I feel that I'm doing fine,

But then as I'm passing through I walk the line.

And very minimally, a toe will overstep or something will push me a bit towards the edge.

And at that time of day when something takes a turn.

I look inside myself and suddenly I've learned that I'm a pessimist, which is the worst.

I knew things would go wrong,

Because now nothing is going right.

It becomes the time to call it a day and simply turn out the lights,

Because at least when I'm sleeping

Nothing is out of place before my eyes.

But as I'm laying in my bed I slowly start to think.

And I think for hours.

Until I'm suddenly wide awake.

And I become a realist, because life happens and it can't always be perfect.

I learned that my optimism is important for when things are going wrong, but if I stay that way all the time pessimism becomes my song, and it's sad because then I find myself at war with my mind and when I can finally get through it becomes a battle of what is real and what is not. I sort through my emotions and push away the drama. But I realized I'm not any of the three. And I think I fit into all categories you see? Different times. Different measures. I'll leave you with this, there's no storm I can't weather.

I am optimistic.

I can be a pessimist.

But in the end, I remember to be a realist when I need to check my reality.

Mostly, if I'm true to my nature, I stay optimistic.