On Idealism

Oh world, let me escape to my idealism:
To a world where peace isn't a thing one yearns for but rather something one get used to. To the notion that borders aren't between lands, but rather with respect to personal boundaries. To a land that acknowledges ALL of its inhabitants equally and not places some on top of others. The hierarchy of nations, of countries, of systems, of animals, of races, of wealth, of beauty, of gender, of education.... is absurd. Let me live in a world with none of that - no hierarchy, no hate, no war, even no death.

The beauty in idealism is to imagine what is not possible... YET.
To wish, hope and strive for something that is unlikely to occur. Idealism is in all of us, in different aspects and different mass. Some of us were nurtured to imagine, like me, so idealism is a muscle well trained. Others live in a world that is harder to imagine it to be different. And others hold on to realism for the sake of, well, practicality, and to defend a possible future disappointment.

I think of idealism as the ability to imagine the impossible, and strive towards it. Realism is pragmatic action. Very important... and yet - realism doesn't exist without idealism. 
So I'll escape the world today, and in my imagination - make a better one.
Join me on a journey towards the impossible.
​Who knows? We might make our ideal version of the world - the future real one.