I choose happy

Dear Optimists,

Writing letters to fellow optimists isn’t all I do. I’m also a student. At the moment I’m writing my Bachelor project in Philosophy and History of Science (in Denmark, you write a dissertation that is called a Bachelor project).

When people hear my field of study, they see this:


Even though being a droid really speaks to me, this isn’t my reality. I actually look exactly the same as any other student:

Studying Philosophy has given me so much throughout the years. I’ve gained more insight and I feel more content. It doesn’t mean you have to read boring and dusty texts from Ancient times, philosophy is something you can practise yourself.

This blog, my fellow Optimists, is Philosophy. Being an optimist IS philosophy. Philosophy is how you choose to live your life; it’s the system of values that you live by. All of this is extremely important for your overall happiness.

YOU choose YOUR life*. That’s the beauty of it all.

If you’re interested in knowing more on how to choose happiness, please read this short article: Philosophy Happiness

Love and insight,
Nadia.

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*People in Third World countries don’t exactly choose for themselves, nor do people in war. BUT they choose not to sit down and cry, they choose to live by all means. If they can do it, so can we.

Shooting Star Beach or a Saturday Surprise

Dear Optimists,

As you may know Den is a writer, and a damn good one too. When he’s not writing optimistic stories from his everyday life here, he writes short stories known as flash fiction.

The other day he posted a new story to his blog. It was one of those stories that you just have to read. Which is why I stole it for you guys to read:

“But…” she looked at him, confused.

“I said space alien.”

“Okay…so you think the shooting stars are UFOs?”

“Yup!” he said with a triumphant smile.

“But the place is called Shooting Star Beach.”

He nodded. “Look, there goes another one!”

“Shooting star?”

“Space alien.”

“So let me get this straight.  You think the lights that look like shooting stars are – “

“Spaceships flying. Isn’t it obvious?”

“It’s not obvious. It’s dubious at best.”

He slouched a little as her mother walked up.

“He’s only eight,” she whispered into her daughter’s ear.

I wish you a wonderful weekend and hope that you’ll take your loved ones by the hand and go look for spaceships.

Love,
Nadia (& Den)