I've been trying to adopt a more enlightened way of seeing the world. This newfound philosophy is fairly simple: I try to view everything that happens as having a good reason.
Admittedly, this has been hard because I am a cynic by nature. Whether my critical view of the world is the result of a deep-seated defense mechanism, or a way to delight my followers and anger my haters is unknown at this time. And how long I can keep this mantra of positivity going? Who knows? My personal drug of choice is mockery. Like it or not, that's my voice as a writer. I am drawn to it like the moth to the flame.
Granted, this "New Age, Leading Edge" positive thinking is not always so easy to follow. I would agree that it's often difficult to turn the other cheek and see the good intentions in someone like, Lizzie Borden, for instance. But I suppose rather than judge, it's more generous in spirit to say she was doing her best, given the fact that she was beaten and forced to regularly eat spoiled meat at the hands of a tyrannical father. That, and the fact that assault rifles were not invented made the ax her only real alternative to exercise good intent. So there you go.