I read a book recently entitled The Survivors Club, and in it is the true story of a famous shipwreck and how those who lived through many days in lifeboats on the open seas were able to survive. What they learned about survival is that it doesn’t pay to be on either end of the thinking spectrum (ie neither unrealistically positive or completely negative). I don’t know why, but it just kind of invited a limerick. Forgive me.
The Power of Practical Thinking
Haters gonna hate.
That really is the truth.
But faking all the positive,
Can also be uncouth.
Oft times, I get tired
Of those who force my hand
Telling me to buck it up
Cuz they misunderstand.
At times you just can’t force it.
It doesn’t take a shrink
To see that inscrutable optimism
May leave you in the drink
Let me tell you a little story,
About a ship gone down
Caught up in a raging storm,
Most crew and passengers drowned.
There were a few survivors,
And from them I take my cue.
Sometimes you just can’t pretend,
That the devil doesn’t want his due.
The living took off in lifeboats
From the sinking vessel
The optimists were first to die
Cuz it was just to hard to wrestle
With ideas that they just might not
Be saved from the expansive sea
Rather they jumped overboard,
Than accept reality.
Neither did the pessimists survive unsurpassed,
They lasted just a few more days
Before on to death they passed.
It seems they could not foresee,
That things just might work out.
So sure were they after just two days
They jumped and didn’t mill about
The pragmatists lived to tell
The story to you and me,
Neither were they full of doubt
Nor did they refuse to see.
So when I come across someone
Who refuses to let me be
I tell the story of the lifeboats
And the survivors of the Persephone.