I like having an optimist,or perhaps two, around. Someone with a positive outlook on life. Someone who shall always find something positive in a given bleak situation, look at the sunny side of everything and make that sense of optimism shine an extra bit. Someone who can just be as enthusiastic/happy/content given smiles & success of others as you are about your own. Someone perhaps too positive to give into worry, anger, angst or fear.
I've always had an optimist who guided silently thru life. And though I've not had constant direct guidance come my way often, I've seen and experienced she help and talk people into a positive frame of mind. She spoke her mind and held her own thru worried times, neck above water and emotions at bay. And though she has extended more than she could afford toward those less optimistic and to those who've wronged her, she's often been an optimist to many I've known. She isn't perfect, given any stretch, but she is fine. She found words and help find the spirit, if not the perfect solution, and help those feel the spirit of optimism.
Personally, in a way, I find it sort of surprising, 'cause I quite didn't realize or think much of all the above, until way thru in life, more so recently. Hence this simple post & few casual thoughts to mom, whom I've come to realize as the eternal optimist.