Naive

Why do I expect that everything should go right when I’m careless, hopeful and thoughtless? While deluding myself that I’m careful, moderate and risk averse. Despite experience, I still expect mostly good times and ease, and it’s riotously unsettling when I don’t find smooth passage. With my privilege, I don’t imagine hardship. And suffering, while not unknown, is an immature aversion. My mind likes to see the good, the potential and the upside, and to follow the pleasure. Staying clear and wise to the ways I trick myself into rose-tinted futures is necessary, seeing the balance of probabilities rather than the dream. The future is always better, the now is tricky. That premise is questionably naive given late stage capitalism. Yet I don’t know what to do. Buy canned peaches and start prepping?