The optimistic idealist is more often than not saturated with bliss.
Living in her mind, her perfect paradise.

Look, the world is wonderful!
Look, People are perfect!
Isn’t life beautiful!
she sings.

Onlookers stare with curiosity; the source of such joy is alien to them.

You know, the taste of optimism is delightful. But
from time to time, the magnificent, happy, perfect world disappears.

Look People are imperfect.
Look life is unbearable.
Look World peace is impossible.

All illusions decay.
We’re left to face the cruel reality.
We’re left suffering.

How could I have been so naive?