As I spend more time here in the big city, I realize that there are signs of optimism all around me. Initially I thought that the city would be a cynical place where I must be rough and tough to survive.
On instant it struck me as I walked to work from the subway. I watched a doorman spraying off the sidewalk in front of his building on a sunny morning. In half an hour, that portion of the street would be filthy again with cigarette butts and trash. Even though the man was just doing his job, it seemed to flaunt the cynical edge that I had come to expect.
"I expect I will offer more instances of this in the future," says the Optimist.
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