Positiveness teaches us that reality is nice. According to it, life feels good, people are interesting and every story gets a happy ending. How disgusting is that?

Positive thinking is trash. It was created by extremely superficial people who are unable to see true beauty. Life is not good. Life is perfect. People are not interesting. People are absolute or emptiness. Stories get a happy ending when a genius ending is beyond their reach. Greatness is always an ode to greatness.

Unlike negativism which honestly says that it finds the world repulsive, positivism uses a far more complicated and manipulative tactic. According to its teaching, there is always hope that things will get better and we must stay positive, believing that the world is a good place. That is such a cynicism! The world is not a good place because that is beneath it. Our world is wonderful, limitless, powerful, unbearably beautiful. Things never get better, because they are never bad. To see periods of your life as bad and to deny them, believing that much easier times will come, is a monstrous patheticness.

The battles, the wars, suffering, the losses, pain, the wounds, death. Positive people choose to turn their backs on all this, mumbling nonsense of better days. But what is the point in living if you cannot feel even one of those things?

We cannot be positive about life because it would mean to accept that there is something negative in it. That way in out subconscious sneaks the idea that life is wrong but we can still concentrate on the right things in it. Stupidity. Every single second of a man’s life is entangled with love. The supporters of the positive thinking are small people who preach the shrinking of man to the size of a flea. They whisper that the individual cannot change the world but can look at it through pink glasses. Because when everything is pink, there is no need to do anything.

The overman does not think positively because he can think. He knows that no one can be positive there, where everything is truth. He can look into the eyes of the lowest creature in the universe and shiver from its beauty not because he is positive but because his eyes see the true nature of things.

Positive thinking is for the weak. For those who saddle with life “not being so bad”. Who find everything to be cool and pass by it, abandoning their own hearts. Positive thinking is poison for the individual but it tastes like honey for those who have never loved. Positive thinking is negativism that does not have the strength to declare itself.