Fantasy is not Reality. Reality is Cruel.

I'm feeling a great amount of optimism. I wish life was infinitely beautiful in every shape and color. I wish robots, mechabots, pink-haired girls, flying cars, androids, talking stars, and I wish I could throw my yoyo far up into the galaxy and catch it. Oh, why life do you have to have us under your bound of misery? Why can't life just be simplistic? Do we do not enough to please you? Why can we not live like the god and superficial? Or do we have to go on a conquest to find out if we're a god or just an existence? I will never know until I've made it to the end of the quest I'm reaching.