I have felt this way since childhood. Negativity was all around. Why? My mom was the epitome of positive. I was moping one day about how everybody was upset about someting... hunger, or money, or wars, or watergate... Mom opened the closet, pulled out a GALA Bat Kite, and said "Look areound.... everything is fine." As I flew my kite, something about that flappy piece of plastic against the blue sky and puffy white clouds convinced me. All that negativity is nonsense really. She was right. None of hat stuff stopped us from having a good life. Mom was cool that way.