The moon is made out basalt, no matter what my attitude is. I could be the biggest pessimist, or float on clouds all day long, and the moon will never be made out of cheese. It's basalt. Likewise, Seattle will always suck shitty ass crack, no matter my attitude.
And monks can burn themselves alive, too, no problem, and think it's just fine. That's Seattle to me, being burnt alive, except I can't modify my attitude to think that's just fine. I'll leave that quitter attitude to the yogis.