Rose Colored Glasses

I find beauty in everything. During the course of my life, I have often been told that I am naive or that I live in a fantasy land. I used to take this criticism to heart, however, I now am sad that more people cannot be this way. As I get older, I find more and more people being cynical. Most people tell me that it is merely realism. What the heck is realism? Realism must be different for each person because your realism and my realism do not seem to be the same. My realism is not shadowed with negativity. I take what I need and leave the rest, and what I need is the beautiful things. Mark always tells me that I am living in a fantasy land and that the world is not made up of rose petals. What difference does it all make? I am happy in my fantasy world. Why should I change that? I know some older folk who claim to be realists. They are bitter. Maybe I view the world through rose colored glasses, but I am content and non-jaded.