People criticize those who are hopeful as naive, blissfully naive of their own naivety.
Naivety is the gap within our understanding of things—the space where possibilities live.
What fills these gaps is either hope or despair.
On the edge of the unknown, the hope-fueled optimist sees potential and gears up, eager to explore. Meanwhile, the despair-ridden-pessimist turns away, certain they already know what lies ahead—choosing the false comfort of limitation over the vulnerability of possibility.
Without hopeful naivety, all that remains is the illusion of certainty. And certainty—whether real or fake—leaves nothing to chance, robbing you of the "what ifs" that make life worth living.