Personally, I have never doubted that approaching what happens to us with a positive mentality helps you. It helps you overcome obstacles, trust in your possibilities and not give up, which is no small thing. However, there are those who ask with well-founded saddled-and-reined arguments to what extent optimism is positive. The question is: can excess optimism harm us? And on the other hand, when does optimism become excessive? It’s not clear to me. Let’s take, for example, an athlete who practices high jumping. He is competing in a final. Everyone else is eliminated, only him remains. To win, he must jump a height that is one centimeter above his personal record. He has never achieved it before. He closes his eyes as he rocks back and forth. He tries to convince himself that he can do it.
My name is Roberto and I am an optimist
It was a sunny August day and we had just returned from Areas beach to our charming accommodation in Combarro, Pontevedra. A shower and a good meal gave way to a relaxed dinner. In the middle of the afternoon, I sat up with a start: I had noticed that the wedding UK Mobile Number Database ring was not on my ring finger. But when had I dropped it? I made memory. The last time I was conscious of wearing it was when I applied sunscreen at the beach. The ring moved easily on my oily fingers. It must have been then or sometime later that I dropped it, I thought. It was seven in the afternoon. I remembered how many people were there that sunny morning. Everyone would have left by now. Maybe someone had found it, or they could have even stepped on it, sinking it into the sand.
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Thinking about it for a few moments I decided to try it. In this case, there was not much to lose except my time, so I got in the car and drove fifteen minutes to that place. There were hardly any stragglers left on the beach. I took off my shoes. Where could I start? I was barely Australia Phone Number List able to identify the area we had been in. I remembered that in front of the hammocks I had molded a “formula one” out of sand for my son, Alejandro, and we had been playing there. So I searched. I soon found a misshapen and elongated pile of sand in the area where we could have been. Yes, that was almost certainly the place. There was nothing like it nearby. I decided to organize my search by quadrants, as archaeologists do.