Those who carry the "Disease of Ideals" are easily spotted. They are perpetually restless. They cannot enjoy a sunset without thinking of how to preserve it; they cannot enter a room without seeing how it could be improved.
To live without ideals is to survive; to live with them is to transcend. We are a species defined by our reach exceeding our grasp. So, let the fever burn. Let the dissatisfaction drive you. In the end, the "Disease Called Ideals" isn't something to be cured—it is the very thing that makes life a masterpiece in progress. 7 : Love for the Disease Called Ideals
Yet, there is a profound, almost tragic love to be found in this affliction. Here is an exploration of the "disease" of ideals and why we choose to suffer from it. 1. The Infection of "What If" Those who carry the "Disease of Ideals" are easily spotted