I used to be the eternal optimist, but that was so long ago. I don’t remember when I started to become more cynical in my thinking and my judgments. Although the eternal optimist is still flickering in my soul, it works feverishly to keep my cynicism from overtaking my thoughts and beliefs. In my younger days, I always viewed a cynic as someone who was old, embittered with their own self-loathing that prevented them from enjoying life, finding the good in people and always seeing the golden lining. My greatest fear in life is becoming that person, and thus also, my biggest regret.