Cynicism in a World of Decay

I choose to remain cynical.

I am cynical by choice.

Cynicism and pessimism are two very different breeds of depressing. Cynicism, in all reality, is not true depressing, while pessimism is. Pessimism puts a negative spin on everything; cynicism sees the world for what it is. Unfortunately, in the world that we live in, things are not so great. Because of this, people seem to believe that cynicism is no more than depressing. I say cynicism is rejecting what was never there. I admit to having a cynical point of view, but at least there is on chance that I be accused of being ignorant. Ignorance is as much of a choice as cynicism; I choose the lesser of two evils.

I was once taught by a man who claimed that only children could get away with, or afford to be cynical. They have no other burdens in life, and are therefore not weighed down by the decay of society. I respect the man to no end, and regard him as a true genius in a world full of superficial genius. I also understand where he is coming from. I choose however to reject it and replace it with my own mindset. I fully understand the burden and eventual effects of cynicism. I also understand that consequences that exist while wearing rose colored glasses. I choose to be cynical. This is not a pessimistic choice. My life may not be as joyful as anothers, my thoughts may be heavier with burden than a child, but I am not ignorant, and cynicism aids me in that rejection.

This was a short post, but I think it was necessary following accusations of pessimism.

Kudos to mankind,
we have failed,
the only difference between you and I is that I accept our failures.