I’m an idealist. We imagine better possibilities. This life and everyone and everything are unfinished, so imperfect. Accepting this reality is hard for idealists. We have to settle for inching toward the perfect knowing we will never get there. At eighty-seven I still have to catch myself and remember to look for the goodie in every baddie in life. Sometimes they are tiny, but enough to help me move on. This is life: there is a downside and an upside to everything. That’s reality.  We have to settle for inching toward the perfect and never getting there. Since evolution is the name of the game though incredibly slow, inches are important. And no matter what our IQ is we are not going to be right 100% of the time because we are unfinished and imperfect human beings. Neither Einstein nor the Saints were perfect intellectually or humanly. So, a good dose of humility is not only important, but freeing.