A few people in my village have accused me of toxic positivity. A person’s idea of optimism and pessimism can vary greatly depending on their religious beliefs, culture and their circle of friends. Sometimes a person may even be framed to be positive to the point it’s toxic to gain support for some ulterior motive.
In my case, I went from being a pessimist to being an optimist because I understood I was measuring life wrong. The more objective my measurements became the more optimistic I became because I could still see progress in my measurements. But what happens when you’re so optimistic that you become a burden for others?
In the song ‘Life’s a happy song’ the entire village dances with the couple and sends them off from the village, but as soon as they’re done shipping them off they collapse from the pretense saying ‘Okay they are gone!’. But what if you find yourself in such a positivity bubble and you don't know if the villages are for real? My advice is you need to gently push the villages to the point where they stop dancing so that you know without doubt what is real.
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