Children of the Thorn
I am a glass all empty person, at least in my innermost heart. I come by it naturally, having been raised by pessimistic parents. I mean that in the best way. My father was born during prohibition. Antigovernment sentiment was at an all time high. Finally, 3/4 of the states voted to repeal the ban on alcohol, just in time for the country to tumble into The Great Depression. So, yeah, that all bred understandable negativity. Momma was a true boomer, a product of the WWII highly successful government campaign era. Let’s get them afraid of their own shadows. Bombs, we got ‘em scared. Rations, we got ‘em hungry. Young men dying in wars, we got ‘em wringing their hands in despair. Every generation has their trap, I guess. We 80s kids all watched The Day After for extra science credit. It’s no wonder I grew up fearful and wary, with a side of good work ethic and ample seasoning of resourcefulness. Depressed yet? Fear not, we aren’t here to bemoan my negative mindset. Quite the opposite, we’re here to analyze why my glass is actually overflowing. An amazing life is possible, but only when we understand that things are seldom as bad as they seem.