Writing through Skepticism

Just after the darkness, there is a bright light, and before you know it, a series of unidentified objects that flood your gaze accompanied by various noises, some harsh while some soothing. Amidst all this, trying to make sense of any of it is a daunting task, which we are supposed to handle with utmost normalcy.

I am skeptical as a person, which I hold on the positive side of the list of attributes that define me. The skepticism keeps me curious about anything and everything, in turn allowing me to learn and grow. I think that is a good bargain or something I convince myself that it is. There are times when I think to myself whether all these years of skepticism have really paid off or has it just made me a pessimist? Am I someone who would preferably question something for its authenticity and miss a chance at being a pioneer? Or am I someone who would get attracted to the purest and most raw form of emotion that any adventure evokes?

I was sitting there staring at the blinking cursor on the screen of the two large monitors. They were displaying two separate browser windows with two very different pages of opportunities. One I was very proficient in and had been doing that kind of work for most of my active professional years, while another was an entirely new opportunity for me to branch out and explore the unknown and rediscover the fear of something new and the triumph of conquering that fear.

The mind went back and forth following my gaze. It wandered to the places it felt comfortable and then touched upon areas it was never comfortable visiting. A mind of a skeptic will always have a pessimistic view about any new shiny opportunity piercing at it through your gaze.

I think the trick is to find that crack in the clouds of skepticism and let the sunshine of optimism seep in.