The trouble with being an idealist is that you’re constantly disappointed.
We live in a world that is neither ideal nor fair. It is no coincidence that some of the most common adjectives used to describe city life are “cruel” and “harsh.” Interestingly enough, the world treats cold-hearted pessimists and ruthless go-getters with more gentleness than the caring optimist. This is in part due to the fact that pessimists and go-getters are most often realists, meaning they see, accept and are generally ok in the confines if the aforementioned cruel world. Maybe it’s more fair to say that the world acts in the way it always acts, buy realists are better acclimated to it. In any event, it is this disappointment that causes people to become jaded. Better to be jaded and not be disappointed than to strive for the ideal and be often disappointed.
This, however, is not my lot in life. I was raised as an idealist, nurtured in an environment that welcomed and affirmed my idealism, schooled in a arena that bred and treasured this thoughtful idealism. I am an idealist to my core, I always will be. More importantly, my idealism is a wonderful thing. My work is not to try to fight off jadedness but to reconcile my idealism with the world I inhabit.
Whether an idealist can also be a realist is surely the question I must try to answer for myself. If there’s even a chance that the two can coincide, it’s a goal worth striving for.