An ideal is an ignition stone, unique spark lighting up out from friction.
An ideal is a fire, igniting the extinguished light.
An ideal is a light in the dark, illuminating the road of the night.
An ideal is a road, leading you to the dawn.
In an age of hunger, the ideal is Live life at a subsistent level with enough food and a roof over your head.
In the age of subsistence level of life, the ideal is civilization.
In the age of chaos, the ideal is stability.
In the age of stability and security, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideal makes you look at life with a smile on your face.
Ideal makes you tenaciously resist against the fate and challenge.
Ideal makes you forget your vicissitudes of life and gray hair.
Ideal makes you childlike and innocent with a head of gray hair.
An ideal is an alarm clock that shatters me up from my unrealistic dream.
An ideal is a bottle of shampoo that washes selfishness and evil thoughts away.
An ideal is a way of being obtained.
And yet the ideal is a way of sacrificing.
An ideal is a compass, guiding a ship to its destination.
An ideal is a boat, carrying you across the ocean.
An ideal is sometimes the arc of the sea meeting with the sky.
But sometimes, the ideal is like falling dominoes that torment your ambitious spirits. Dreams collapsing one by one.
If ideal brings you honor.
That’s just a by-product of it.
And more is the loneliness of being misunderstood.
Laughter in loneliness, sourness in laughter.
Ideal often brings a faithful person misery.
Ideal forces unfortunate people to find rescue in desperate circumstances.
Ordinary people are becoming successful with their ideals.
One day, a person with ideal will strive to achieve their goals.
There are always people in the world who abandon and turn away from their ideals.
But ideals never abandon or turn away from anyone.