The dreamer vs. the realist

There's this rather catchy love song in Israel; translated freely it's called "Everything for you". It's a duet where some guy is singing about the stars and the birds and how beautiful life is, and that he'll find a job and build his love a palace and that they'll live happily ever after. And then the girl compares him to Don Quixote, tells him to wake up and not be so neive, that there's no place in the world for dreamers, and either way he will always be her knight. It's pretty romantic and has a catchy tune, I've personally always liked that song (it's quite old now). It was playing on the radio yesterday and it got me thinking. I know, without a doubt, that I am Don Quixote in that sense. When it comes to romance or a relationship, I'm exactly like that. I envision every romantic scene or gesture and imagine me doing it. I'm also like that in the larger sense. Everything I do has some kind of dreamy thinking behind it. The question is, which person in the song is right? Is Don Quixote right for dreaming? For believing in goodness? Or is his love right, that the world is what it is, and life would be much better without pointless dreams, just living. It's kind of sad, I suppose. I could never stop believing in the goodness of the world, because I've seen and experienced it... and I could never stop being optemistic.. not because I think things will always turn out for the best, but because there's nothing wrong with thinking that way. Whether or not I live happily ever after, why shouldn't I believe I will? Maybe that's what cynicism is all about, really. Not being pessimistic, but rather thinking optemism is futile.