Who is a Pessimist?
.....there are times which we waste or perhaps kill in crying over past when it calls for our participation in present. That, the affinity of sadness the tragic recollections matter more to us than our supposed wants for happiness. A different case would be that the fear of untoward future collapses our celebrations more than an assumption that present is meant to live, just live.
Either way, suffering attracts our intellect and in almost every phase of human endeavor, guides our actions. In this sense, pain is the unit of our existence then. Happiness merely being the vacuum of sufferings, and for a few moments of cheerfulness, Nature in man endows him hours of self-loathing and worse so, apprehension. And in a particular way, it occurs to me that almost all the problems of life arise out of our values which are notoriously antagonistic towards sufferings. Animals are more pragmatic in this sense, even a tiny ant knows somehow that a comfortable rain warrants for the whole year’s efforts. Basically, I shall assert someday later how, sufferings form the life we have. .... 
On a tide rides a fish to distant shores. Little does it knows that the life it chooses out of some optimistic hope shall end in a way never predicted by its ancient Pisces, to which it devotes faith.
And as we humans know, from the myths of astronomy and physics, tides occur not from the will of a benevolent Nature but from the romances between the moon and ocean.
But as all aquatic beings, man has succumbed to similar prerogatives of optimism. Hoping that things will run in our favor, man accompanies a tide which promises nothing a priori. And if a few have reached the warm waters riding the crests, is it not mere an accident? If in millions and billions of mankind, if only a handful of mortals live the way we call luxurious, should not science assist in establishing that happiness is an exception and not rule? But addiction has its own charm. Man is addicted to hope, and hallucinating people find less pretension in admitting the possibilities of a future accomplishment than exploring their failure in concord of despair.
Of bumblebee it is told, it flies defying all rules of aerodynamics. That despite its queer shape and capacity, it manages to hover in free space, showing all the physicists their limitations. But of what worth and what respect that bumblebee is to man? It is with disgust a horticulturist looks at it, and in some painful moments, aesthetically bereft poets abuse them for man’s psychological representations.
That evolution is necessarily upgrading, is only a prejudiced opinion. That man is better than a goat grazing freely without worry or fantasies is a horror every one looks up with pride.
All pride man clings to is of similar nature, arising from a prejudice and drowning into inefficiency. But philosophers and psychologists alike have encouraged such follies, giving it an exclusivity, as if they know everything about the moral convictions of all beings. Interestingly man is much beyond redemption so long he does not see his worthlessness in being as he is. He should surpass his lack of originality. Living a life exactly familiar to beast, he chooses tobacco and spirit to enhance his stature, and there lies his limitations. Tolstoy compares a drunk man with a swine and readers discuss him more consonantly with a glass of wine. It is this: his morals are against his temptations. That is a boundary between animals and men.
While animals are content living as they are, ab initio, men choose to live in every imaginable way different from what his instincts suggest. Consequently, our noblest memoirs are punctuated with quarrels, religion with sinned irrationality and love stories colored with sexual descriptions. The beast in man continues to thrive and yes in advanced measures, expresses its revolt against evolution. The beast in man is unsatisfied as it has increased his means to pleasure and proportionally his pains are manifested.
In a man, beast lives, with boredom and in pain. The paining boredom, the boring pain can be found in classical utopia of wise men. Hell and heaven alike bring us closer to look at man’s ambitions. What a derogatory submission man makes before his consequences without examining if there is a way out of it!
Let that all remain submerged as an iceberg and polish the surface, our guardians of faith declare. One day the polish will find its abode in blues of ocean, until then it shall float following the winds. Herd instinct of man is not willed by him, it is his lack of will that constructs his path in chaos.
We discussed about the sufferings and although quite a few denied the moral superiority of sufferings to exist, they nevertheless proposed the validity of sufferings. A glass is half full they prefer to observe, though it is a matter of little dispute that it is half empty as well. A mere change in perspective can do no alteration to the fact that the glass of life still can occupy more liquid in it. Or perhaps we are taking the examples too absolute. What if the glass is immersed in a sea?
And since it is half empty (or half filled as some euphemism will do me no harm) using senses of buoyancy one can assume the glass is inverted and since it is half empty it has strong affinity in for rising to surfaces? Whether it will forever float or eternally sink if it’s actions saw full determination is a matter of psychological investigations and I should think of it at a different time. For now my concern is in what is preventing the glass to rise up to surface. Again rising should be taken only in a literal sense, for it is merely a matter of opinion and value system to choose whether the surface is good or evil. To us fish appears floating, for a fish we are hanging, or if the fish is intuitive we should appear as if flying.
So restricting our inquiry to the causes of the glass' s situation NOW and not dictating a book on its metaphysics, we should note that the glass must be inverted. Our lives are inverted. We deny matter but claim beauty. We dread death but readily gift it to our fellow companions. Every value that we have, Whether it is pertaining to ourselves or whether about society is inverted. Not wrong but inverted.
Contradiction is our curse we all carry on our shoulders. And what different road can one take if a burdensome volume of contradicting ideals guide us?
The nature of things at the disposal of man bears no obligation to his considerations. That is to say, A thing can not be good or bad for its own sake. It is what utility man can make of a thing or an event or anything that impresses him of the worth of it. Statements like 'war is evil' or 'love is beautiful' is to my learning similar to saying that 'cats are terrible' (and if an Egyptian reads me, he will turn so annoyed that instead of entering into our discussions he shall rather engage himself in making an opinion of me, thereby denying me my share of equality with him. All opinions arise out of a strong presumption of inequality, in quarrels we are closer to our originality than anywhere else).
War, for that matter, is not at all evil. If it was, then every God has sinned it. All our heroes are born out of wars. Every state no matter how pacifist its government is, is consciously prepared for probable wars. We who choose governments pay high respect to military and how much one sympathizes with martyrs can be any day a test of one’s patriotism. Great roads were built for regiments so that the enthusiastic troops could claim conquests. We take pride in ancient arts but are disrespectful towards warriors who guarded it for ages. We profess a strong liking towards a peaceful society but little is left in us to endure the sight of a battle which ensures temporal peace.
A good deal of science flourished for the sake of military ambitions and though wars have taken a different form of combating techniques and prefer stock exchanges to boring geographical boundaries, it affects our lives very much so. In treating war as evil we express our incapacity to compete. And in this misconduct towards wars and militarism lies a great deal of passivity and laziness. If the art and aesthetics have deteriorated in modern times, pacifism should be accounted for it. And with what has man wanted to replace militarism with? Erotica and insanity.
As i said, the utility of a thing is what determines its worth. But since this premise is taken as a whim or notoriety by most men, they fail to define a harmonious value system. A harmonious system contains no contradictions between his desires and ideals. And if our endeavors end in sufferings it is because our wants and our ideals are in conflict. Our utopia of a peaceful life are continuously challenged by our wants for a luxurious life. A pessimist is he who has two choices, And he chooses both.