As we get older we often understand the subtleties that are part of the world. Syrupy phrases no longer delight us. Birthday cards with angels and pink backgrounds make us cringe. We become officially cynics.
I don’t think cynicism is a bad trait. It helps shine a rather bright spotlight on life itself, showing us both flaws and virtues. I was not born a cynic. I was not even born a realist. I desired pleasure and laughter, not pain. I searched for it in stories and situations that now only annoy me.
Perhaps like the wrinkles the years have bestowed upon me, cynicism is inevitable. If so, bring it on. I am glad to experience life in all its personas.