Negativity

The curse of negativity. It can turn a beautiful sentiment from one, to suspicion of ulterior motives… a shame. This poison can infect any happy go lucky individual – a beautiful sunny day, sullied by the constant knit-picking of every insignificant detail which isn’t quite perfect. Enjoying the moment almost impossible for the individual who can only see through the eyes of negativity. A clear path to a life painted with a tinge of grey, the dark cloud a constant presence. Why is nothing ever perfect? Why can life never go my way? The ability to enjoy and compromise inhibited by the mind. Fleeting moments of pure happiness lost, as the constant quest to find flaws in everything has become a way of life. Dependant on a daily mix of alcohol and drugs, attempting to maintain the facade of a joyous go getter… is any one being fooled by this?