Per Request, Classical Monologue

Idealists can generally go two separate ways:

Steadfast to their views of an ideal society, they'd either embody said ideals through applying them with all of their energies into their surroundings, say, one with economical means like Princess Diana, or one backed with the basis of a religious institution and an extremely large heart, like Mother Theresa. Those without those means of the like attempt and fail, and because they cannot surrender their beliefs, they stand at the brink of insanity. They become trapped in the a world of their choosing. Like Blanche in Streetcar Named Desire: "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."

Then there are the rest of the idealists, better known as the pessimists and the cynics. I feel like most people who are unsatisfied with society and systems are the pessimists, and I'm using the world liberally. They want to see the change, and perhaps have hope for this change, but they either don't know exactly how to invoke this change and/or aren't certain as to what kind of change is needed. The cynics and the deadbeats have faith in perhaps only themselves, if that. And though they have the ideals of naivety still fluttering in their ribcage, they're no longer holding out. They're the cold ones.

I think the best way to exemplify this is romantically. Idealists who are steadfast to their beliefs in this world, are either unusually lucky if they find love and are able to keep them, but the rest of them are alone, and constantly, hopelessly searching. Fallen idealists sometimes cling to what they had hoped for, and failing, they become bitter and scathing to the idealized romance. To the point of even renouncing them.

It's a generalized theory. And for that, I feel like many of us are idealists, because so many of us are dissatisfied. The rest who are content are either blind or uncaring, and if they hope for more, they are the saplings of idealists who will not necessarily ever hope for too much.