Day 95 of San Diego

I have a sad belief that society gravitates towards negativity. I ask myself, "Would humans be able to function if the world revolved around happiness and positivity?" What would the world be like if there was no war? No drama? If everyone got along? Then again, is there such a thing called morals? I'm learning about moral realism/relativism and how one of the other doesn't think that morals exists. Yet for the other one, morals are vital for human survival. I'm assuming most humans grew up with morals: murder is bad, treating people nicely is good - stuff like that.

What I'm trying to get at is the fact that I feel as though, without negativity, the world wouldn't know what to do. I feel like when humans are faced with an immense amount of positivity, they try to shut down and claim that too much positivity is preposterous! It's "inhuman." Is "too much" positivity similar to that of a fiction story? Where only children, the portrayed innocent, could believe in it? And that once we're grown-ups and "morally wise," we need to understand that the world isn't fair?

Why should we live in a negative world? Why should society feel positivity is foreign as they grasp onto "reality" which that is of knowing negativity exists around a corner? Sure, negativity can pop out any moment... But so can positivity. Positivity doesn't need to be looked down upon for that it seems "too good to be true." I see positivity as a gift. I see it as an emotion with open arms, waiting for people to embrace it. Considering I have depression, when positivity engulfs me, I'm almost over-whelmed. Not in the sense of "what the Hell is going on? This isn't right," but in the sense of "wow, finally I can smile without forcing it."

Maybe if everyone in the world had depression, they would understand that positivity is like a blessing. Where people don't have to act bad in order to look "normal." Where people can compliment someone else without worrying they'll yell at them back for being a possible liar. Where people can sit next to each other on a bus or in a classroom without feeling awkward in the matter of wondering if the person will accept their presence.

I'm trying to change my perspective into positivity. Personally, I'm tired of my depression. I want to train my brain into thinking positive and knowing that there is good passed the bad.

I know this post may seem random for a few readers, but the reason why I wrote it is because of what happened to me yesterday during English class when the students and teacher critiqued my story. I really don't want to repeat what some students' said, yet I'll say this: a few comments were almost unnecessary to shout out. I felt violated, especially when everyone laughed at a couple of the negative remarks. It almost felt like mockery... They had nothing else to critique about, so they decided to poke fun at this or that.

Immaturity, I say.

Either way, I liked my story. I feel as though it's darn close to perfection. But what is perfection?

I'll leave that question up to the philosophers.

I'm done here. I just wanted to get a point across, hoping some readers agree and will take part in making this world a better place; one positive thought/action at a time.